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CAUTION:

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   "Maybe it DOES suck - but at least I *tried*." -- me

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   Taxi - Chapter 14 

   I dropped out of college in my Junior year when I
realized that the studying I was doing for a test was all stuff that had
virtually nothing to do with the "classical" Philosophy that I had a
passion for, and was trying to get a degree in.

   With the end of my formal education, I had to find another line of work
-- and eventually settled on being a cab driver.  I wanted a job that would
let me deal with the public and engage in what I came to think of as
"applied philosophy": using the tools and techniques of philosophical
thinking to help people find their own solutions to their problems.

   Sometimes, it was just a matter of asking them a few leading questions
to get them thinking about things in a different way.  Other times, I
became much more directly involved.

   In either case, it's been a long time since I first got behind the wheel
of my first rig, and I thought I'd pass along some of the various
experiences I've had...

   There was one particular place that several of us cabbies like to go to
for lunch.  It wasn't real big and kind of off the beaten path, but the
food and atmosphere of the place were second to none.

   One of the things that I figured out real early was that the two women
that ran the place had a special relationship -- the way they talked to
each other, the way they interacted, the looks I saw them give each other
sometimes... I had to figure that they had a serious commitment to each
other.  I eventually learned that they were a lesbian couple; Elisse
(pronounced Eh-lees, a slightly willowy brunette) got absolutely no
pleasure from being married, and ultimately divorced.  After that, she met
Gina, a blond that looked like a scaled-down Dolly Parton.  Gina had known
she only liked girls from the time she hit puberty, and was the one to help
Elisse learn and admit that her interests and pleasures lay in that
direction, too.

   I didn't learn all of this all at once, of course; just that being a
regular in the place, and my interest in people, it wasn't long before both
of them were comfortable talking to me when they weren't busy.  That I
didn't see anything wrong with their relationship, didn't judge them, and
simply treated them as the hard-working, decent people they were helped,
too.

   There were several of us having lunch in their place one day when a new
driver with one of the other companies started running his mouth --
starting with his prowess with women, and then on to what he'd like to do
with Gina and/or Elisse.  A couple of the other drivers tried to clue him
in that he was being an asshole, but he was too young and full of himself
to pay any attention to them.  Finally, somebody told him about Gina and
Elisse being a "couple", and that really set him off.  He was from some
jerkwater town in a real conservative part of the country, and he started
spouting off about "fags" and "dykes" and a bunch of other trash... until I
finally got tired of hearing it, and suggested that he close his yap before
it got him into trouble.  He wasn't any better at listening to me until one
of the guys at the table with him whispered something in his ear.  I don't
know what was said, but it was enough to convince him to get up and leave.

   I contrived to hang around until almost everyone else had left, then
went over to try to apologize about him to Elisse and Gina, and make sure
he hadn't said anything to hurt them.  To my pleased surprise, both of them
had simply ignored him once they realized that he was an opinionated
jackass with a big mouth and tiny little mind.  Elisse assured me that
she'd heard much worse, and that she knew none of the rest of us cabbies
were like him -- and that both of them knew I was even more different from
the rest of the drivers.  She and Gina shared a Look, then Gina turned to
ask me if I could swing by the place again when I got off my shift.  I
raised an eyebrow in question, and she told me "There's something that Em
and I would like to talk to you about.  There's something we need some help
with, and we figure you're just the person."

   Smiling, I asked "Do I get even a hint what it is?"

   Only a small smile touched her lips before she answered "If I did, I
don't think you'd drive worth a damn.  We both stay late to get things
ready for the next day, so even if we look closed, we'll be here.  Just
knock on the door -- maybe 'shave-and-a-haircut', so we know it's you,
okay?"

   I said that was fine, and that I would, and headed back out to the rig
that I lease from the cab company.  If I'm not the best driver in town,
then I don't miss it by much; I get enough people calling for me by name
that the company pretty much lets me set my own hours, and do what I want.
The owner told me one time that I pull in half again as much for the
company as the next highest driver.  For a novel change of pace, they leave
the golden goose alone, and keep the administrative bullshit to a minimum.

   Between fares, the rest of my shift was pretty much occupied with
wondering what Gina and Em could want to talk to me about.  I'd gotten the
impression that it was something serious, but neither of them had indicated
any hurry, either.

   After I'd finished up for the day, I went back to their place and
knocked on the door the way I'd agreed; it took a minute for Elisse to come
and let me in.  She called out to Gina and told her that I was there, and
guided me over to a booth at the back.  After she'd gotten me seated, she
asked what I'd like to drink, and I went with some iced tea.  A few moments
after she left, Gina slid in opposite me; when Elisse came back she had
drinks for all of us.

   We spent a couple of minutes just relaxing and shooting the breeze
before Elisse said "I expect you're wondering why we wanted you to come
back after we closed for the day."

   "Well, yeah..."

   The two of them shared another Look, then Gina said "You know that we
live together -- that we're lesbians, and how we got together and all that.
I don't know if either of us ever told you, but we've been together for
almost ten years now.  That's longer than most hetero couples manage, and
we're both still happy and in love with each other, and there's nothing
that I think either of us would change about our situation... except for
one thing."

   I simply nodded for her to go on, but it was Elisse that said "As happy
as we are, we're still aware that we aren't getting any younger.  We've
talked and thought about it, then talked and thought some more, and both of
us want to have a family -- besides each other, I mean.  Being lesbians, we
obviously can't make it happen ourselves, so the first thing we thought of
was to try adoption."

   Gina joined in by saying "But there was a problem: that we are lesbian.
All of the adoption places we applied to weren't going to tell us 'no',
directly, but they damn sure said so by what they did and didn't say and
do. Oh, they used words like 'priorities' and 'legal ramifications' and
'precedent' and 'unconventional', but what it all boiled down to was that
they weren't going to let us have a baby -- or even a small child."

   Elisse picked up there by telling me "We heard about artificial
insemination, and a couple of other things, but if they weren't
outrageously expensive or unreliable, we pretty much ran into the same
problem as the adoption agencies: nobody wanted to let a couple of 'queers'
anywhere near a child, or reproducing.  Of course, the bigoted idiots think
we're going to... DO things, or maybe do 'something' to make any child we
have as 'perverted' as WE are.  Except that neither of us would ever think
of doing anything like that, even if we could!  Dammit, we even want our
child to be hetero, if only so that they don't have to go through all the
crap that WE did!", nearly in tears when she finished.

   Gina was the one to tell me "The short version is that we've tried or
checked into everything that would let us have a child; and after a couple
of years of rejections and other blocks, we've had to face the reality that
if we want a family, it's going to have to happen the old-fashioned way. 
And that's what we'd like your help with."

   Despite paying close attention as they'd been talking to me, I was still
baffled about how I could help them when Gina finished.  Seeing the
confusion on my face, she told me "Jim, we'd like YOU to be the one to help
us start a family."

   Hearing her say it that way finally helped me understand what they
wanted my help with.  Even so, it took a few seconds before I could ask
"You want me to be the, um, donor, then?"

   After sharing a look, both of them smiled, and Gina answered "Yes, but
not the way I think you're thinking.  Because of our business, we've got
some health and other insurance, but we've learned that we can't qualify
for anything like in vitro due to our... situation.  When I said 'the
old-fashioned way', I meant exactly that: for you to impregnate one -- or
preferably, both -- of us.  DIRECTLY."

   I could only sit there and blink at them as I tried to get my mind
around what they were saying to me.  The thing was, I couldn't quite make
it happen.  Their explanation and everything very neatly led up to what
they wanted me to do, and why -- except that to me, it was like someone
trying to tell me that the alphabet started out A, B, C, D, 42, purple.  It
just didn't work.

   When I finally got my mind wrapped around the idea, the first thing I
had to ask (of course) was "You're sure that's how you want to start a
family?  I mean, both of you are more than passably attractive, so it isn't
that the idea doesn't have some appeal -- it's your 'situation', as you
called it that's throwing me off.  I know you were married before, Gina,
but what about you, Elisse?  You've said that you've always been a lesbian,
so I'm not sure how well that would work out."

   Gina answered first by telling me "When I was married, I never really
did enjoy sex with my husband.  Oh, it felt good, sometimes, even though I
never had orgasms with him or anything.  Don't take this the wrong way, but
being with you wouldn't be any big deal for me.  If you're anything in bed
like what I've seen the rest of the time, I'll probably have a better time
with you than I ever have with a guy before."

   Then it was Elisse's turn, and she told me "As a matter of fact, I'm not
a virgin -- but not because of any guy.  I lost my hymen when I was with an
older girl while I was still in high school; she was real patient and
gentle about using her hand, so I don't have any kind of phobia or anything
about having something inside.  You'd be the first guy I've ever had inside
me, but like Gina says, I expect you'd be nice enough about it that it'd be
okay.  Even if you weren't, though, I want a baby bad enough that I could
go through with it, no matter what."

   From what she said, and the tone of her voice, I didn't doubt that she
could (and would) do just as she said.  That left just a few more points
that I figured we needed to all get clear on.

   "Okay, it can happen.  What about when it does?  You've said that you've
got 'some' insurance... I'm figuring that it provides enough coverage to
handle two pregnancies.  But there's still after to think about: how much
are you going to want -- or let -- me in their lives?  Who am I going to be
to them... 'Uncle Jim' or something else?  Do you tell the kids who their
father is, and if so, when?  Who gets listed as their father on the birth
certificates?  How much of my medical history do you need or want?  How
much, if any, financial support are you thinking?  Those are just for
starters; I'm sure other things would come to mind for ALL of us, if this
happens."

   Elisse fielded the questions, answering "We have no plan or desire for
any kind of financial assistance from you -- and we're ready to put that in
writing, in a contract.  How much you're involved in their lives is
something I think we'll have to work out; we both know that you'd be a damn
good influence on them, and we don't have any problem with you taking them
to the park or to a movie or anything like that.  We aren't looking for --
and don't want, honestly -- any kind of lifetime commitment from you,
either, though.  Like I said, we'll just have to work that part out.  Same
thing on who you are to them... I think we'll just have to see how it works
out.  We'd prefer to tell them who their father is when they get older, but
if you have any objection, we'd understand.  Ditto on being named on the
birth certificates.  As for medical history, we'd like however much
information you're willing to provide; not so much for this, as for the
kids, later.  From what we've seen of you, and know, we figure that if
there was any reason that you shouldn't have kids, you'd say something --
you're just too honest not to."

   "We figured there would be other things that we haven't thought of yet,
too, so we're expecting a lot more back-and-forth on this, too", Gina
added. When she recognized the double meaning of what she'd just said, she
surprised me by blushing faintly while Elisse just grinned.

   The two of them sat there patiently as I thought about what they'd
asked, and the answers they'd given in response to my questions.  After a
few minutes, I told them "Of course, you know you're asking a lot -- but
you've told me what you want, and why, and covered the 'big' issues.  It's
a pretty damn serious thing you're asking, and I'm going to have to think
about it for a while."

   Both gave me small smiles before Gina said "Of course, Jim.  We
certainly didn't expect an answer right away, and wouldn't have been happy
if you'd tried to give us one.  Yes, it is a big deal, and we know that. 
And we know that if you have to tell us 'no', then it won't be because of
our relationship."

   I smiled back before answering "No, that's the last thing I'd trouble
myself with.  I don't doubt that either, or both, of you would raise great
kids -- the only question, really, is whether I want them to be MY kids,
too."

   With that, we all finished our drinks and got out of the booth we were
sitting in.  Saying that there were a few things that they still needed to
take care of, Gina let me out, and gave me a little wave after I stayed to
make sure she locked the door behind me.

   It was summer time, and I was kept busy for the next couple of weeks
ferrying assorted visitors, tourists, conventioneers, and so on around
town. While I couldn't devote ALL my time to their request, it damn sure
filled in the empty spots between everything else I was doing.  I had lunch
in their place a few times, and neither one of them ever said or did
anything to see if I'd made a decision; they seemed to know that I'd let
them know when I knew, and were content with that.

   It was nearly 3 weeks from the time we'd all sat down that I was finally
able to discreetly tell Elisse "I've settled on what to do about that
question you had for me.  We probably need to talk about it; will you be
here after I get off shift about six tonight?"

   Her eyes widened slightly, and she answered "No, we're usually home by
then." She quickly wrote something on an order pad, then tore the sheet off
and handed it to me; when I looked at it, I could see that it was an
address.  She told me "Come there.  We can talk after we have a nice supper
-- both of us want to thank you for at least thinking about it."

   I thanked her, and asked "Would it be easier if I showed up a little
later?"

   "Oh, no, six is fine!", she assured me.  After telling her that I'd see
them later, I headed back out to my rig.

   The address Elisse gave me was for a modest little house in an older
suburban area.  The streets were quiet, and the neighborhood looked to be
pretty decent: middle-class, but well-maintained, and somehow feeling
'neighborly'.  I knocked on their door just a few minutes after the hour,
and it took only a few seconds for Gina to open it for me.  After inviting
me in, she guided the way into their living room, where Elisse was sitting
at one end of a couch.  After I'd taken a seat in a chair facing it, Gina
asked if I'd like something to drink.  After she ran down the list of
choices, I said that a beer would be fine, thank you.  She disappeared
toward where I figured the kitchen must be, and was back in a couple of
minutes with beers for all of us.

   After we'd been chatting for a few minutes, I could see that while both
of them were doing their best to be gracious hostesses, they were all too
aware of why I was there.  With that, it took only a moment to throw our
plans for the evening out the window in favor of telling them "You can
relax.  I'm going to help."

   It took a couple of seconds for what I'd said to sink in; when it did,
both of them quickly set their beer bottles aside so they could rush over
and pull me out of the chair and hug me.  All things considered, I wasn't
reluctant about hugging them back, and quickly decided that both of them
made for a nice armful of curves.  When they'd gotten themselves calmed
down again, we all sat down again before Elisse told me "Thank you, Jim.  I
guess you know how happy that makes both of us."

   Gina laughed, and said "If he didn't, he sure does after that!", drawing
chuckles from me and Elisse.

   "Jim, after so much time, we were afraid that you were going to have to
tell us 'no'; dinner tonight really was our way of trying to thank you for
at least thinking about it.  But now it's going to be a celebration
dinner!", Elisse exclaimed.

   Just then, I heard a kitchen timer go off; both of them stood up and
Elisse said "That's supper.  If you'll give us just a couple of minutes to
bring it out, we can sit down to eat."

   The promised couple of minutes went by before Elisse came in to let me
know my presence was requested.  When I got into the dining room, I was
surprised at the spread that they'd laid out: it looked like they'd
prepared a five course meal for just the three of us.  After I sat down,
Gina told me "As much as both of us want to hear what you have to say,
we've gotten into the habit of suppertime being about just talking to each
other, like friends and family."

   I smiled before answering "That sounds like a wonderful habit to get
into, and I certainly don't have any problem with it."

   After Elisse learned that I didn't have any need or desire to say a
prayer, we had a delightful time just chatting with each other as we ate.
The food proved to be even better than what they served in their place, and
early on I had to remind myself to leave room for the rest of the meal --
and was glad that I did.

   After our second cup of coffee after dessert, we all stood up.  I
offered to help clear the table, and was politely informed that if I
attempted to do so, I would be severely dealt with.  Too chicken to find
out what they'd do, I gave in; when I went back into the living room,
Elisse came along to keep me company.  Several minutes later, she and Gina
traded; a bit longer, and both of them were again seated on the couch,
facing me.

   Elisse got us started by saying "You said we probably need to talk, this
afternoon, so I guess it's up to you to let us know what's on your mind."

   "It's nothing dramatic, or anything like that", I told them.  "Just some
things that came to mind while I was thinking about all of this."

   "Such as?", Gina asked.

   "Such as you saying that you'd be fine with a contract saying that you
wouldn't have any financial claims against me.  Not that I'm worried about
that, but for what it does: makes things absolutely clear between us.  I'm
not just talking about the financial side of it, but all of this -- or as
much of it as we can get put on paper, and signed off by a lawyer.  We
covered the obvious stuff when you asked me to help you start a family; but
from what I've seen of life, it's usually the seemingly little things that
turn out to be the biggest headaches.  So what I'd like to suggest is that
we spend some time, I don't know... brainstorming, I suppose, to try and
address as much of that kind of thing as we can.  I don't know about you,
but I don't think that's something we can do in just one go-around... which
leads me into something else."

   With them looking at me expectantly, I continued "The whole point of all
this is for me to get one or both of you pregnant.  Now, I'd certainly be
more comfortable about that if we kind of eased into it, instead of me just
showing up like a bull servicing a couple of cows -- which brings up the
last thing: when does all this start to happen, and how?  I mean, the
obvious thing is that it'll work best when each of you is most likely to
conceive, but that leaves a lot to be settled, like how and when and
where."

   With me reminding them that I'd actually be having sex with them, both
of them blushed faintly before Gina said "Um, yeah, I think 'easing' into
it would be better, too" -- Elisse nodded her agreement -- "and neither of
us has really thought of much past the point of finding a way to get
pregnant.  I think we both just figured that we'd deal with that part of it
when we got to it."

   Elisse spoke up to say "I never bothered to think about anything past
that, like Gina said.  The information we got on artificial insemination
said that sometimes it takes several tries before it 'takes'.  I... I guess
that means that you might have to... BE with us more than just once,
doesn't it?"

   Smiling, I answered "That's a distinct possibility.  I certainly don't
mind, if you don't -- but it's just one of those things that it's best to
be aware of ahead of time, don't you think?"

   Both of them smiled briefly before Gina said "I think we asked the right
person to help us.  Not just because of what kind of guy you've shown us
you are, but because you really DO use that philosophy stuff you talk about
to think about things.  If we know what's good for us, I think we'd better
find out what YOU think we should do, first -- then we can start talking
about it, and working things out."

   Elisse voiced her agreement, and I told them "Just to make it clear, I
am not trying to dictate terms or conditions, here.  All I'm trying to do
is toss out some ideas as kind of a starting point.  Okay?"

   They both voiced their understanding, and I continued "Since we aren't
going to get all, or even MOST, of the little detail stuff taken care of in
just one or two meetings, how about if we use them as part of the 'easing
into it' process?  I can come over here, or you're certainly welcome to
come to my place, and we can get to know each other better, and get
comfortable, while we get things worked out?"

   Both said that was a fine idea, and I went on "Since we're looking at
handing this off to a lawyer, it would seem like a good idea if we wrote
things down as we think of them and get them settled -- maybe even all
three of us initialing or signing each thing, so we can make sure we're all
saying the same thing?  I was thinking that maybe we could get together a
couple times a week at first; then more or less often once we get an idea
of how things are going."

   Taking a breath, I said "Something else I want to make clear is that the
'easing into things' with you is only going to happen how and as fast as
YOU want it to.  I'm already comfortable with the idea of being with a
woman; what happens between me and you, and how, is entirely up to you --
I'm not going to 'test' you, or push you, or anything like that.  To make
it as plain as I can, you're going to have to make the first move, and be
the ones to move things along between us: if all you want is for us to hold
hands, then the only place my hand will be is in yours... until you put it
somewhere else.  If you need to go back a little bit, that's fine -- but if
you don't let me know that things have changed, don't be upset with me for
not knowing, either.  Okay?"

   Looking considerably relieved, Elisse and Gina both nodded before
telling me that they appreciated my understanding.  I simply told them "You
said you chose me partly because of they kind of guy you think I am.  I'm
just trying to live up to that standard."

   The next thing I had to say to them was "Of course, all the talking and
discussion and the rest of it is pointless if you two don't end up
pregnant. That's something that can only happen when your bodies make it
possible.  I've said that I'm not going to pressure you about the rest of
it, and that applies to the getting pregnant bit, too: if you only want to
try on the one day when you're most likely to catch, that's fine with me.
If you want to try and increase the chances of it happening, I can do that,
too -- it's your call.  And just to make it clear, it's also your choice
whether I'm with just one, or both, of you; I've been with two women
before, and what you do with each other won't shock or offend me, and I
won't interfere with you, either."

   They were both plainly surprised, and it was Elisse that asked "You've
been with lesbians before?"

   Smiling, I answered "No, they're not lesbians.  They're bisexual -- they
prefer each other most of the time, but think I make for a nice
alternative."

   It was Gina that asked "How did you meet them?  Who are they?"

   "One of them is a regular fare that I got to know casually; when she was
having a problem one night, I helped her out.  Along the way, I got to meet
her friend, and the three of us got to know each other even better.  I
still see them, every now and then", I answered.

   From the way I was talking, I think both of them realized that there was
more to the story (and situation) than I'd let on; the way they were
looking at me told me that I'd not only surprised them, but given them --
particularly Elisse -- some reason to think (or even hope) that my time
with them might not be as bad as they had feared it could be.

   It was Gina that got us back onto the subject at hand by saying that
there were a couple of things that had occurred to her since they'd first
talked to me.  After she'd told me what they were, and the three of us had
reached agreement on them, we went on to other things, as well.  It was
nearing ten o'clock when we finally called an end to the evening.  On my
way out the door, I said that I'd get a notebook to write everything down
in before inviting them over to my place.  After only a little discussion,
we settled on them coming over three days later.

   Their first visit to my apartment went off about as well as I could have
hoped.

   I was ready when I heard the doorbell, and after they were inside, I
could see that they were more than passingly surprised at the place:
somewhat sparsely furnished, simply decorated, and (of course) my shelves
of books.  As they were looking them over, Elisse said "I've only heard
about some of these.  And you've actually read all of them?"

   I laughed before answering "Yeah, I have -- these are just the ones I've
wanted to keep", causing her eyes to widen.  Gina looked at me with a
hardbound copy of Plato's Republic in her hand and asked "You read this
stuff for fun?", in disbelief.

   "Not for entertainment, like I would Mark Twain or Shakespeare; but for
enjoyment, yeah", I replied.  She just looked at me like she wasn't
entirely sure she believed me.

   We were able to chat for a little while before supper.  I told them that
I wasn't about to try and compete with the spread they'd put on for me at
their place, and both of them laughed when I said that they'd just have to
settle for something within my limited capabilities.

   After dinner, they went to check out my books again while I got the
table cleared; by the time I got in to join them, both were sitting on the
couch, with my cat Demosthenes on his back between them.  Elisse was
rubbing his ears while Gina petted his belly; the resulting purr sounded
like a diesel truck engine with no muffler.

   After getting the notebook I'd promised, I sat down across from them and
went over the things that we'd already talked about, getting a consensus on
how to phrase what I wrote down.  It didn't take us long, and when I was
done, all three of us initialed each item.  Then it was on to other things
-- casual conversation between brief periods of discussion when one of us
had a question or thought to share.  After a while, Demosthenes opted to
come over and park himself on my lap, which didn't leave me much space to
write.  Elisse took over the journal duties while Demosthenes draped his
heavy and over-sized carcass across my lap and purred at me in response to
being petted.  Elisse and Gail both looked on in amusement.

   When they were ready to go home, I had to lift the limp form of
Demosthenes off my lap and deposit him on my chair so I could escort them
to the door -- something that they found highly entertaining.  We easily
agreed on the time and date of our next meeting (at their place), and both
surprised me by giving me a hug and brief kiss on the cheek before thanking
me for having them over, and telling me that they'd actually enjoyed
themselves.

   That pretty much set the pattern for the next few brainstorming sessions
we had.  Alternating between their house and my apartment, it didn't take
long for us to realize that we enjoyed each others company -- and that we
had common ideas and opinions about how we wanted things to work out
between them, me, and 'our' kids.

   They understood that by me being the father, I was going to have an
interest in the kids that any parent would (or should, anyway); in return,
I readily accepted the fact that they were going to be the ones actually
raising the kids, and had a primacy of place that I wouldn't have dreamed
of contesting.  Something else that happened was that all three of us grew
more and more to trust each other's intentions and basic sense of what was
and wasn't appropriate.  I think all of us were surprised when we realized
that we'd had three complete 'sessions' where none of us had thought of
anything we though necessary to discuss -- we'd simply reached a point
where we'd found such easy agreement and so much common ground that we
didn't feel it necessary to belabor the matter any longer.

   There was only a brief discussion about how to get our notebook
translated into legalese.  I offered to get it done (I knew someone that I
trusted), but wasn't put out in the slightest when they wanted to handle it
themselves.  The word we got back was that an agreement would be ready for
all of us to sign in about a month.  That was longer than I think any of us
would have liked, but better than we expected.

   It also marked the beginning of the "easing into it" process for Elisse
and Gina.

   It started simply enough, with the two of them simply getting used to
being "with" me -- sitting next to me, and casually touching my hand or arm
or leg.

   From those humble beginnings, it didn't take them long to realize that
I'd been completely serious and sincere about not pushing things.  It
wasn't but a couple of weeks before they were agreeable to my putting an
arm around them when they sat next to me during our frequent evenings of
watching a movie or two together, holding hands with them, and even
exchanging friendly kisses.  Then they ratcheted the closeness between me
and them even higher...

   They'd invited me over to watch a couple of movies that had recently
been released as videos with them, and the three of us had settled on the
couch together as had become our custom -- me in the middle, and them
bracketing me.  I wasn't surprised when Elisse pulled my hand down from
where I'd been resting my arm on the back of the couch, and held it in
front of her for a few minutes; what got my attention was when she put it
on her breast and held it there.  After promising that I wouldn't be trying
to grope them or anything, I simply held it there -- cupping her breast in
my hand, but not doing anything else.  Nor did I turn to look at her, or
say anything about what she'd done.  I did notice, though, that Gina turned
her head and saw what Elisse had done.

   When the closing credits for the movie started to roll, I calmly moved
my arm back to the couch when I felt Elisse begin to move.  After she stood
up, Elisse asked Gina if she'd rewind the movie; that she (Elisse) wanted
to take care of something before we started the next.  Gina easily agreed,
and Elisse left the two of us alone to chat while the movie rewound.  I got
up to change out the videos, and had gotten settled next to Gina again just
ahead of Elisse making her reappearance -- wearing only a long and
over-sized t-shirt.  I knew that was all she was wearing because I could
detect the gentle swaying of her breasts as she came toward us, and when
she sat down, the material pulled against her ass tightly enough for me to
see that she didn't have panties on, either.  I was able to take notice of
both of those facts with only brief and casual glances at her as I
continued my conversation with Gina.

   Without saying anything to Elisse, Gina started the other movie they had
for us.  Just a few minutes into it, Elisse again pulled my hand down; she
didn't bother holding it in hers that time, choosing instead to simply put
it directly on her breast again.  She kept her hand on mine again, and just
as I had before, I simply held it in my cupped hand.  When I didn't do
anything for several minutes, Elisse gave my hand a little squeeze before
moving it on her breast a little bit.  That was all the prompting I needed
to begin a tactile exam of the warm orb I had hold of.

   Slowly and gently, I began trying to find out what I could about the
half-tangerine of her breast through the thin material covering it.  It was
pleasantly warm, and just a little less firm than a fresh marshmallow; I
couldn't tell how large her areolas were through the material, but
discovered that her nipple was about the size of the eraser on one of those
over-sized child's pencils -- and pleasantly rubbery.  After I'd finished
my initial investigations, I was content to simply hold her breast in my
hand and softly draw my fingers along it from base to peak, and
occasionally use my thumb to gently toy with her nipple.

   When it became clear to her that that was all I was going to do, she
reached up to pull my hand away -- but only long enough to pull the collar
of her nightshirt out, and get my hand re-positioned on her bare skin. 
Taking that as my cue that it was okay to take things a little farther, I
took my time about getting more familiar with both of her mammaries.  Her
skin was soft and smooth, and as my fingertips explored, I could hear her
breathing grow slightly faster and shallower.  For the rest of the movie, I
was more than happy to move my hand from one breast to the other and back
again, holding them, softly caressing them, teasing her nipples, and just
generally enjoying myself.

   When the movie ended, I carefully extracted my hand when I felt Elisse
start to move.  When my arm was back on the couch again, she turned to me
and looked deep into my eyes.  I easily looked back at her, and after
several seconds she seemed to be satisfied with what she saw.  After
breaking eye contact with me, she stood up and told me "It was a pleasure
having your company tonight, Jim.  I have to get up early tomorrow; so if
you'll excuse me, I'll be going to bed, now."

   I thanked her, and wished her a good night.  When she was gone, I turned
to Gina and said that I didn't want to keep her up, too, and that I'd be
going.

   She surprised me by telling me "No, don't go... please.  You're not
keeping me up, at all.  Besides, there's something I wanted to ask you
while it's just the two of us."

   Curious, but unconcerned, I asked "What's that?"

   "I know this may sound a little silly, but... could you help me get over
my nervousness about actually having a guy seeing me naked?  And... and
even just touching me?"

   Looking at her, all I could think of was to ask "Excuse me?"

   Patiently, she told me "I've never been afraid of having another woman
see me naked, or touching me.  But a man -- that's something different,
entirely.  Oh, sure, I've been kinda close to naked, like when I wear a
bikini to go swimming; and I've had guys touching me before, too... but
never anything like what we'd be doing when... it's that time.  There isn't
a doubt in my mind that I can be with you if it means being able to have a
family with Lis" -- she used just the last syllable of Elisse's name --
"but I don't want it to be a matter of 'putting up with' being with you --
these last few weeks, I feel like I've really gotten to know you, and what
kind of person you are.  I don't think you'd be happy about being with me
if all I was doing was tolerating us being together like that, and that
isn't something that I'd want to do to you... not after I've gotten to know
you the way I have, and how much you're willing to help us.  But I know
that I'm not going to be able to do anything else until and unless I can
get over the bad case of nerves I have about being looked at, and touched.
I saw that while you were touching Lis, you were keeping your promise about
not trying to push things; so I'm hoping that you just looking at me and
not doing anything at first, and then maybe just touching me only as much
as I say is okay... that I can learn that I don't have to be nervous -- at
least, not about YOU."

   "Why just the two of us, without Elisse?  And what did you have in
mind?"

   Blushing slightly, Gina told me "Just you and me because I'm actually
kind of embarrassed about it.  I mean, I was the one that came on to Lis;
and I'm always the one that confronts people that have an attitude about
us. After being the 'strong' one for damn near everything else, I feel kind
of silly being nervous about THIS." Taking a breath, she went on "As for
what I have in mind... just that I'd let you start by letting you look at a
little bit of me -- like maybe my tits, since I think most guys notice
those first.  If I'm okay with that, then I start taking stuff off until
I'm either naked or just can't make myself do it.  If I make it as far as
getting naked, then we start the whole thing over again, only with you
touching.  However far we get tonight, I was thinking that we kind of pick
up from there the next time -- or a little before, if I get nervous again
-- until I'm as comfortable with you as I can get."

   She wasn't asking for anything outrageous (it actually sounded pretty
fun for me, even), so it took only a couple of seconds for me to tell her
"Sure, I can do that."

   Visibly relieved, Gina gave me a happy smile.  The two of us sat there
in silence for what was probably a couple of minutes before she realized
that I was waiting for her to literally make the first move.  When she did,
she sat up and turned to face me; as I saw her reaching for the buttons on
the blouse she was wearing, I asked her "Do you want me to not look until
you tell me it's okay?"

   She considered that for a moment before answering "No, you don't have to
do that.  Actually, having you watch makes it easier for me -- each button
or whatever is just one little step I have to take, instead of taking
several big ones."

   I just smiled in response, and then pretended not to be paying any
attention to what she was doing as I tried to get her involved in a
conversation.  While she wasn't able to hold up her end of things as well
as usual, the fact that I didn't seem to be taking any notice of what she
was doing seemed to help settle her nerves somewhat.

   She got all the buttons unfastened, she carefully pulled her blouse open
to reveal that she was wearing a bra that was thin enough for me to see the
pale pink circles of her areolas, and how the small pebbles of her nipples
dented the fabric.  Her ample breasts somewhat overflowed her bra (I found
out later that she wore a 'C' cup), but not excessively.  In response to
what she'd done, I simply looked at them for a few seconds before telling
her "Very lovely", and continuing the conversation -- figuring to
acknowledge what she'd done, but nothing more.

   It apparently worked, because she was a little less apprehensive about
getting the blouse completely off, and hesitating only slightly about
reaching behind herself to unfasten the bra.  When it had joined her
blouse, my only comment was to tell her "You've got such pretty skin..."
before returning to what I'd been saying.

   It took a couple of minutes, but she finally worked up the nerve to
reach for the waist of the skirt she was wearing; I certainly wasn't paying
any attention as she got it unfastened, then unzipped.  When she stood up,
I simply turned so that I was still facing her, my eyes on hers (just as
hers were on mine) as she wriggled her hips a bit, making the skirt fall to
her feet; that left her standing there wearing only a pair of stockings (no
belt) and very brief and sheer panties.  I let her see me looking her over
before telling her "You have a delightful shape", and went on talking to
her.  It took only a few seconds for her to slip her thumbs under the tops
of her panties; after only the briefest hesitation, she slid them down her
legs and stepped out of them.  With her standing there all but completely
naked in front of me, I finally took the opportunity to be seen looking her
over.

   With no bra to distort them, I saw that her breasts didn't stick out so
much as cover her chest -- each was almost a perfect half-sphere, the same
pale pink as the rest of her skin, and capped with a half-dollar diameter
areola and dime-sized nipple that stuck out perhaps half an inch.  Her
areolas and nipples were almost exactly the same shade as a pencil eraser;
her bust sagged, but only slightly.

   Farther down, she had a small, trim waist over full (but certainly not
over-wide) hips; seeing her, it was easy to imagine what an equally naked
Dolly Parton might look.  At the juncture of her thighs, she had an
obviously-trimmed wedge of thick hair that was as blond as her head.  Her
legs were in proportion to the rest of her, and composed of a nice series
of gentle curves.  When I looked into her eyes again, she smiled before
turning around to let me see the rest of her.

   Her ass was, quite simply, a thing of beauty: full and rounded, without
being too large or 'bubble-y'.  I looked forward to having the opportunity
to not only get my hands on it, but being able to play with it.

   I cleared my throat to let her know that it was okay to turn around
again.  After she had, I looked into her eyes again as I told her "You're
easily as attractive and sexy anybody could want.  I'm grateful that you're
willing to let me look at you like this -- and even more, share yourself
with me."

   After I finished, I could tell that she was still nervous... but nowhere
near as much.  But what really surprised me was that she continued to stand
there, letting me continue looking at her; she even did a couple of slow
pirouettes, so that I could look at her from pretty much every angle. 
After she'd been standing still in front of me again for a minute or so,
she said "I... I think I'd like to try letting you touch me -- at least, a
little bit.  I don't think I'm ready for anything more, but my tits would
be okay, if you want."

   "Gina, I'd be fine with however much, or little, you're comfortable
with. I think your tits are lovely, and if you're okay with me touching
them, then I'll be glad for the opportunity."

   Thus reassured, she came over to stand in front of me, letting me get an
even closer look at her for several seconds before she turned and sat
sideways on my lap.

   Even if she hadn't been as nervous as I could see she was, I wouldn't
have just started grabbing her breasts -- that's just not me.  Instead, I
put my hands on her waist (surprising her) before telling her "Gina, I
appreciate not just how tough it must have been for you to show yourself to
me like you have, but how very lovely you are.  I want you to know that I'm
going to be grateful for however much time we have together, and that I'll
ALWAYS remember you and Elisse with fondness -- not just for the physical
things that happen with us, but for the kind of people you are in your
hearts, and minds, and souls."

   With that, I leaned forward slightly with the clear intention of kissing
her.  She readily accepted the touch of my lips to hers, and when she felt
that it was a kiss of love and affection, she readily returned it.  When I
pulled my head back afterwards, I could see that I'd touched her heart, as
I'd hoped to do.  As we sat there looking into each others eyes, I slowly
raised my hand from her waist, keeping a light contact with her body so
that she would know where my hand was moving.  It wasn't but a few seconds
before my hand was cupped under her breast, feeling how heavy and full her
mammary was.  From the base of my palm to the tip of my middle finger, I
don't think that I reached even a third of the way around her breast, and
certainly no more that half the distance from the base to its peak.

   I waited until she gave me a small nod, letting me know that she was
okay with what I was doing before beginning a gentle exploration of her
bust, always moving slowly enough that she would have ample time to object
to anything I was doing.

   It didn't take me all that long to make a number of discoveries.  Chief
among them was that her breasts were a LOT firmer than I would have
expected -- or even thought they could be; the slight sagging I'd seen was
due entirely to their size, and nothing else.  They were also surprisingly
warm; I somehow had the idea that as large as they were, they'd feel cooler
because of heat loss or something.  There was nothing to mar the lovely
expanse of either one of them, and I was pleased to note that my
ministration had resulted in her areolas puckering a little bit, and her
nipples getting a trifle longer.

   With one hand still on her waist, I didn't have any problem feeling it
as she got more comfortable and relaxed about having my hand wandering
across her bust.  Still, I waited until I was sure that she had completely
accepted my touch before lowering my hand to her waist again.

   She was looking at me in expectation when I told her "You said that you
didn't think that you were ready for anything more, and I'm perfectly
willing to accept that, and stop here.  And just so you know, I don't think
that what happened between us tonight has anything to do with when it's you
and me and Elisse -- this was just you and me, and that's the way it'll
stay, until and unless you decide differently.  The same way, it's up to
you to let ME know if and when you want to continue this; if we happen to
be by ourselves, I'm not going to take it as an opportunity to look down
your blouse or start touching you.  Okay?"

   She gave me a pleased smile before answering "Thank you, Jim.  You told
us before that you aren't going to start anything with us, or push us, and
you haven't.  You've done a LOT to help me tonight, and done it with grace
and patience.  I was glad when you agreed to help me and Lis start a
family, but after tonight, I'm actually happy about it -- that it's YOU, I
mean."

   I just smiled in reply before telling her "I think I'd better be heading
home, before Demosthenes forgets who he owns", making her laugh.  After she
got off my lap, I stood up, and the two of us made our way to the front
door.  Before I could open it, though, she took my arm and gently turned me
to face her before moving close and giving me a hug, and kiss on the lips.
Her nude body felt real good against mine, and I didn't hesitate to hug her
back -- and even caress her back a little bit.  After we'd wished each
other a good night, I slipped out the door, then waited until I heard her
lock it before starting toward where I'd parked my car.

   The next time the three of us got together, it was so that we could all
go to a traveling circus that had come to town; though there wasn't any
real intimate contact between any of us, there was plenty of hand-holding,
hugging, and even some kissing.  They were both amused and disgusted when I
bought them a bag of Genuine Elephant Poop (it even said so, right on the
bag) as fertilizer for the garden they had in the back yard.

   After that, we spent the better part of a day and evening at the State
Fair, enjoying a variety of shows, exhibits, and rides.  We made a pass
through the midway, and Elisse surprised the hell out of me by knocking
over enough lead milk bottles to win a large stuffed dog.  Nothing for me
to do, of course, but have a try at something I thought I could win at;
remembering some of the math and physics I'd learned in college, I figured
I might be able to do pretty well at ringing the bell with the big mallet.
It was close, but I managed a weak but distinct ring on the last try I
needed to earn a stuffed bear -- which I promptly turned over to Elisse and
Gina, saying "I hope you'll have somebody that will like this, before
long", and drawing a few happy tears from each of them.  By the time we
were ready to leave, all three of us were tired, a little queasy from all
the junk food, and happy as we could be.

   That meant that our next get-together happened at my apartment.  We
agreed on them coming over around mid-afternoon on a Saturday, so that we
could spend a few hours around the communal swimming pool at my apartment
complex.  When they came out of my bedroom after changing into their suits,
I wasn't entirely sure that taking them down to the pool would be a very
good idea.  Gina in the surprisingly skimpy bikini she had on was an
invitation to riot; the addition of Elisse in another bikini that barely
covered the essentials was simply asking for trouble, as far as I was
concerned.  But we went on down, anyway, and ended up having a good time.
There were a few guys that tried to put a move on one or the other of them,
only to slink away when told "Thank you, but my friend and I are with Jim,
over there -- and he's more than enough for BOTH of us!".  It apparently
didn't take long for word to get around the other single guys that it was
best not to bother those two.

   Once we were back in my apartment, I was in for another shock.  Both of
them insisted that I rinse off from the pool first; I did, got dressed
again, and was out in the living room when Elisse came out after cleaning
up -- stark naked, as she casually dried her hair with a towel.  The first
thing I noticed (!) was that her pelvis was as bare as it could be; I could
easily see the edges of her labia in the cleft of her sex.  When I was able
to pull my eyes away from that sight, I got my first look at her breasts.
Sized and shaped as my hand and fingers had found them, I saw that her
nipples were a light brown, with areolas that were only a little bit bigger
in diameter.  On her slender frame, her bust looked a bit larger than it
actually was -- not that I'd complain, or anything.  Her skin was a
slightly tawny expanse of unblemished perfection.

   When Elisse was done drying her hair, she casually arranged the towel
she'd been using into some kind of turban to hold it in place.  By that
time, I'd managed to shift my attention so that I wasn't taking any obvious
notice of her, though the image of her was still in my mind.  After I'd
taken a couple of seconds to regain my composure, I turned my head her
direction again.  Letting her see me looking her over for a couple of
seconds, I casually asked if she had any thoughts about what she wanted to
do -- a movie?  some music?  I had a couple of board games, if she'd like
to try something she probably hadn't done in a while...

   Smiling, she said she'd wait and see if Gina had any preferences; she
needed to get something to drink, first.  With that, she made her way
toward the kitchen, giving me the opportunity to watch her small, tight ass
moving away from me.

   She was back in just a couple of minutes, and we were standing there
chatting when Gina came out, wearing only a pair of panties, and nothing
else.  Pretending that half-naked buxom blonds was something I saw every
day, I asked Gina much the same question I'd had for Elisse.  Gina said
that a board game might be fun, but would leave it up to Elisse.  After a
few moments, Elisse decided that a game of Monopoly was called for -- that
she hadn't played it since before she started middle school.

   It took almost four hours before the game ended.  Part of that was
because we weren't in any hurry -- at least, I wasn't with the two of them
to look at as long as the game was going on.  The first to get pushed out
was Gina, when she started landing on hoteled properties that weren't hers.
Elisse and I fought it out, tooth and nail, until I had enough properties
that she was landing on my stuff a lot more than I was landing on hers. 
The end came when she has the misfortune to land on my Park Place (with a
hotel, of course) with only $240 and no property.  Teasing me, she thrust
her chest out at me (oy!) and coyly asked "Is there anything else I can do
to try and work this out with you?", prompting Gina to start giggling.

   After pretending to examine all of the properties on the board, I lifted
my head and looked at her as seriously as I could before telling her
"Sorry, lady, I don't see any cathouses on the board" -- which reduced Gina
to almost hysterical laughter just ahead of Elisse doing the same.  When
she'd managed to stop laughing, Elisse pretended to be mad when she told me
"Okay, fine, you win, you... you... man, you!" -- which was all it took to
get ME laughing, too.

   As we were getting the game put away, we got started on what we wanted
for supper.  It didn't take us long to decide that pizza would be good. 
When the delivery person showed up, I was the only one fit (dressed enough)
to pay for it.  Once all of us had a cold beer handy, we dug in while still
sitting on the floor and using the coffee table.  As we were eating, Elisse
told me "Jim, I know it had to surprise you when I came out here naked --
but you didn't say or do anything.  When Gina stayed with you the last
time, I finally asked her about it, and she told me what happened, so I'm
not surprised that you were able to be so nonchalant about seeing her.  But
even though both of us have been sitting here with you practically all
evening, I haven't seen you staring or looking at us even once.  I don't
believe for a minute that you haven't looked, but you've been polite enough
about it that I don't think either of us has noticed you doing it."

   "I haven't", Gina told her, before Elisse went on "You got dressed again
when we got back, but even after you saw that I was naked, and going to
stay that way, and that Gina only had her panties on, you just stayed the
way you are.  I think most guys would have used US being naked -- or
almost, anyway -- as an excuse to do the same thing.  But you've stayed
dressed, and you haven't said anything about us being like like this.  I
don't believe for a minute that it really doesn't matter to you, so I have
to figure that you're just being... polite; that you're showing us that you
aren't going to test or push us, like you promised.  Gina and I talked
about it while you were ordering the pizza, and we decided that if... if
you didn't want to be dressed all the way like you are, it's okay with us."

   I finished the last bite of pizza in my hand before answering "Yeah, I
was keeping my promise about not pushing you.  But there was something else
that I was trying to do, too."

   "What's that?", Gina wanted to know.

   After hesitating for a moment, I told them "Both of you are very pretty,
and physically attractive.  As long as I'm dressed, I don't have to worry
about anyone being bothered by any involuntary reaction I might have to
you."

   Both of them looked baffled at first; it was Elisse that realized what I
was getting at first, and asked "You didn't want us to be surprised or
offended in case you got an erection?" -- the question cleared up Gina's
confusion, once it was asked.

   "Yeah, that's pretty much it", I replied.

   The two of them looked at each other for several seconds before turning
back to me.  I was surprised when it was Gina that told me "Jim, both of us
already know that that happens with guys... and that it's going to happen
with you if you're going to help us start a family.  If you get hard from
looking at us like this... well, I guess it just means that you like what
you see; I don't think that either one of us is going to be offended by
it."

   Smiling, Elisse told me "I'm certainly not!  We've talked about it, and
agreed that you're being an absolute dear about not doing anything to rush
us.  But I wish you HAD said something to us about this, though, so that we
could have gotten this straightened out before now.  If you get an
erection, then you get an erection -- sooner or later, we'd see you with
one, anyway, don't you think?  At least if we start seeing it happen now,
we'll have a chance to get used to it!  Besides, we both trust you, and
know that you aren't going to try to DO anything with us until we're ready.
If we can open up to YOU like we are, won't you show us the courtesy of
doing the same?"

   I considered the question for a couple of seconds before asking "If
you're okay with it, then that's all I need to hear.  My only question is
that there's only one pair of panties between the two of you -- which way
would YOU like me to be?"

   They 'talked' to each other with their eyes again, and I got my answer
when Gina calmly stood up and slid her panties off, leaving her as naked as
Elisse.  Following Gina's example, I simply stood up and shed myself of
what I had on.  Setting my stuff off to the side and out of the way, I
calmly sat down again -- feigning not to notice that both of them had been
checking me out.  It took a couple of tries, but we finally got started
talking again, just as we had been.  Between the three of us, we managed to
take care of the pizza, except for a few bits of meat that the two of them
set aside to give to Demosthenes.  He'd waited patiently under the coffee
table while we were eating, and was ready and waiting when they started
offering him tidbits.  His attention lasted only as long as the food,
however.

   Gina offered to deal with the pizza carcass; when she got back, Elisse
suggested that it would be nice to just sit back and relax for a little
while.  Gina and I agreed, and after I got my music system set up with
several CDs, the three of us got ourselves comfortable on the couch -- me
in the middle, with them tucked into my sides.  Each pulled my arm around
her so that my hand was resting on her belly.  As we sat there listening to
the music (they were more than agreeable to my suggestion of some Bach and
Beethoven and Mozart), I slowly and casually caressed the soft, smooth skin
under my hands.  After a bit, I simply had to ask "What was it that got you
two to come out here the way you did after we got back from the pool? 
You've got to admit that it was quite a jump from how things went when I
was at your house last time..."

   Several seconds passed before Elisse told me "When I put your hand on my
boob, all you did was just hold it there; even after I let you know that it
was okay to touch it more, you still didn't do hardly anything until I
moved it inside my shirt.  I just figured that if I was going to get you to
do anything more with me, I was pretty much have to hit you over the head
with it.  Besides, I wanted to start finding out about you, too, and I
expected that if I just came out here naked, that would get things started.
What I didn't expect was that you'd be SO damn polite about it!", with a
small laugh.

   A moment later, Gina said "After I told Lis about letting you look at
me, and even touch me a little bit, I realized that I was actually okay
with all of it -- that I wasn't nervous or afraid about it any more.  She
told me that she was thinking about maybe moving things with you and her a
little faster, so when I saw that she wasn't going to get dressed again
after she cleaned up from the pool, I figured I'd let you know that I was
okay with you, too -- at least, as far as we went, before.  So all I did
was put my panties on before I came out here.  I didn't think you'd be as
nice about us as you were, either.  When Lis and I were talking, I realized
that I should start getting used to YOU, too; so when you asked whether you
should keep your underwear or not, I decided that getting ALL of us naked
was a good start.  Lis already knows a lot more about guys -- I mean your
penis, and it getting hard, and how it feels and looks and everything --
than I do; I've seen naked guys and penises before and all that, but not
the way Elisse has.  Sitting with you like this is as close as I've ever
been to actually being with a guy."

   I continued to enjoy the way their skin felt under my fingertips as I
mulled over what they'd had to say.  After several minutes, I told them
"Well, it was a pretty big surprise for me, seeing the two of you like
that. What was going on in MY mind was that with both of you showing me
yourselves that way, I had to just accept it even more than I would have...
that you were maybe trying to find out if I could behave myself as much as
you needed me to before you were okay with us doing anything else.  I think
all of us started making assumptions about things, instead of doing what we
SHOULD have by dragging it out into the open and actually talking about it.
But now that I know what each of you was thinking, and have at least SOME
idea of where you are and what you want, I'll do my part about getting all
of us on the same page again."

   Taking a breath, I continued "Elisse, since you seem to be okay with it,
I won't be quite as 'backward' about it when you let me know you're ready
for us to be more intimate.  I'm still not going to start just grabbing at
you every time we're together, but I won't be more polite than is
necessary, either; if the time and circumstances are right, then I'll be
fine with being just as intimate with you as you've let me know is okay up
to that point, but no more.  If it's okay for me to have a HAND on your
breast, for example, then I'm going to figure that lips and mouth are okay,
too.  Gina, I'll be the same way with you -- except that I want to let you
know that I'm okay with it if you want to really learn about guys with me.
If it would help you, I'm fine with you looking or touching or doing
whatever you need or want.  If you accidentally do something that hurts,
I'll let you know -- but I won't call it off.  If whatever you do happens
to get me hard, I will not consider that as an invitation for anything to
happen between us.  It sounds like there's more that you want to learn, so
I'm giving you the keys to the classroom, so to speak."

   Several seconds went by before Gina sat up and turned to face me before
asking "You'd do that?  Let me... do stuff with you, without trying to do
anything back?"

   Looking into her eyes, I answered "Yes, I would.  I'm not going to tell
you that I won't THINK or WANT things -- only that I won't do them, until
you let me know it's okay."

   That I was willing to look her in the eye while I said that, and the
tone of my voice, let her know that I meant what I'd said.  She looked at
Elisse, and from the corner of my eye, I could see Elisse nod her head that
SHE knew I meant it, too.

   Gina sat back again, and after I'd gotten my arm around her, told me
"I... I'd like that.  I know I'll never really USE it with any guy but you,
but if one of us has a boy... well, it couldn't hurt to know what's going
on with him."

   When it was clear that Gina didn't have anything else to say, Elisse
calmly told me "What you said sounds fine to me, Jim.  I know you still
aren't going to push me, but doing more with what I let you know is okay --
I'm good with that."

   "Me, too!", Gina quickly assured me.

   "As far as I'm concerned", I continued, "what I do with one of you is
completely separate from anything that goes on between me and the other one
-- just as what you do with each other is separate from me.  Something else
that I'd like us to all be clear on is that if one or the other, or both,
of you wants to get intimate with the other, I will not consider it an
invitation to do the same unless you explicitly tell me it's okay.  Even if
you really get going, and end up getting each other off, I'll stay out of
it -- but that doesn't mean that I won't enjoy the hell out of being able
to watch it", that last bit making both of them laugh briefly.

   After that, the three of us lapsed into silence again, content to simply
listen to the music.  A little while later, Gina moved my hand to her
breast, and I wasn't the least bit reluctant to casually toy with it, and
its mate.  Gina was happy with my hand on her belly, and released a
contented sigh as I idly enjoyed the feel of her soft skin.  Both of them
eventually put a hand on my leg, which I didn't pay the slightest attention
to.

   When it got late enough, Elisse declared that they needed to get home.
Both of them got up and went into my bedroom to get dressed; I simply
stayed in skin.  When they came out again, I accompanied them to the door,
and both gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek before wishing me a good
night.

   After that night, the level of intimacy I shared with them rose quickly.
It wasn't but a few more times of us being together that Elisse was
comfortable with letting me touch her anywhere -- breasts, butt, and even
her pubis.  Our kisses also went from affectionate pecks on the cheek to
dueling tongues in each others mouths.

   Gina was, understandably, a little slower -- but not by a whole lot. 
She worked up the courage to begin checking out my package, and learning
what she wanted to know.  As was to be expected, there were times when I
would respond to what she was doing; not only did I behave myself, but I
readily answered the questions she had about different things.

   Both of them happily accepted the occasional affectionate pat on the
butt from me, and I was privy to witness the casual affection they
demonstrated with each other.  Things even got to the point that the three
of us would sometimes spend the night together.

   After that had happened a couple of times, they were comfortable enough
with me that they were willing to let their intimacy go beyond merely
playful, and into passionate.  As I'd promised, I simply waited off to the
side as they got more and more involved with each other.  I marveled at the
gentleness with which they made love; after they'd finished pleasuring each
other, I got a couple of small towels so they could conveniently clean
themselves up a little and brought them some refreshments.  Both were
grateful for my consideration, and when Elisse saw the effect they'd had on
me, she offered to help me with it -- and used the opportunity to help Gina
learn a few things, too.  My climax was intense, and when I'd recovered, I
was amused to see that Gina was more than a little surprised by what had
happened.  That got me and Elisse explaining a few more things to her, and
culminated with Gina getting her first ever taste of semen (which she found
tolerable, but not enjoyable).

   A couple of visits later, I got the opportunity to demonstrate my humble
talents at oral sex with each of them.  Both were surprised and delighted
to learn that I could give them almost as much pleasure as they did each
other.  It also gave them the impetus they needed to do the same for me. 
Neither of them was particularly good at it, of course, but they were
certainly willing enough.  Gina wasn't ready to have me climax in her
mouth, so Elisse took care of finishing me.

   A few days after that memorable evening, they called to tell me that the
lawyer had said that the paperwork was ready; I easily agreed to their
request that we sign it the next day.

   When we got to the lawyers office (amusingly, it was the same person I'd
thought to approach about it), we found that they had three copies of the
contract for each of us to sign.  After the lawyer told us that we could
have some more time to think about it if we wanted, and cautioned us about
the seriousness of a legal contract, each of us readily put our names to
each copy.

   Back outside, each of us holding our copy of the paperwork, Gina
suggested that we get together again that evening -- something I was happy
to do.  I went on to suggest that I take the three of us out for dinner, to
celebrate.  Delighted, both of them agreed, and we quickly settled on a
time for me to pick them up.

   We had a wonderful time, and I saw no small number of guys heads turn to
watch my two lovely companions.  It was starting to get late when I finally
pulled up in front of their house; before opening her door, Elisse asked me
if I'd come inside with them.  I did, of course, and waited patiently when
they left to change out of the evening clothes they'd been wearing.  I
didn't expect that they're reappear with both of them stark naked -- and
even less that they'd get me standing up so that they could get ME naked,
too.

   Once they'd gotten me planted back on the couch, and themselves tucked
into my sides, it was Gina that told me "Jim, you said before that there
were some other things for me and Lis to think about -- stuff like the how
and when and where of you impregnating us.  Along with everything else, we
HAVE been thinking and talking about that with each other, and we've
figured things out."

   I just nodded, and listened carefully as she went on "After the last few
weeks of being with you like we have, neither one of us is concerned about
actually having sex with you.  Actually, something BOTH of us think is that
what'll happen is that you and us will be making love; we both know that
you care about us too much for it to be anything else.  I've never been
with a guy before, and I still don't know whether or not I'll actually like
it, or not.  But I want you to know that one thing I'm absolutely positive
about is that it'll be a whole lot better than just 'putting up with it'
for me.  You're a patient and gentle and LOVING man, and I know that you're
going to make it as easy and good for me as you can -- and I can't begin to
tell you how much that means to me.  All I can tell you is that if I'm
going to be with ANY guy, I'm glad it's going to be you."

   I smiled at her, and she let me pull her into a mutual hug before we
shared a brief, but loving, kiss.  After we'd separated again, I told her
"Thank you, Gina.  It means a lot to me to hear that.  I promise you, I'll
do my best for you."

   "I know, Jim", she replied, happily.

   Elisse spoke up then, saying "With both of us being okay about being
with you, we decided that we'd like to be with you more than just on the
day that we're most likely to catch.  We were hoping that you'd be okay
with the couple of days before, and the couple of days after, too."

   "Don't get me wrong", I told them, "but I'd like that, too", making them
smile.

   Elisse went on to tell me "We had a little trouble figuring out just HOW
we wanted to do this.  Both of us want to have a child, but we had a
dickens of a time trying to decide how to make that happen.  What we
finally settled on was that you would take turns with us.  Hopefully, we'll
both 'catch'; but if it's only one of us, then you would be with that one
until she did.  Like I said, both of us want this to happen, and as soon as
it can.  I don't think you'll be too upset to hear that we'd like you to be
with us as often as you can.  After the way you reacted when you saw us
that first time, we're pretty sure we can give you whatever, um...
inspiration you might need.  I've already explained to Gina that guys
aren't like us, and that you have physical limitations -- so if you need or
want to take a break, don't be embarrassed about saying something."

   I said that I wouldn't, and Gina was the one to tell me "I guess ONE
thing in our favor is that our periods have gotten almost... synchronized.
That's something I'd heard happens if two women live in the same household
for very long, but I was still surprised when we realized it had happened.
At least that'll save you from having to come over one week for one of us,
and the next week for the other one.  Also, neither one of us thinks you'd
really be happy about just jumping on us and getting yourself off.  We just
want to tell you that we'd be just as happy if you didn't try to make
either of us feel any better than necessary, either.  Not that we think
you'd try anything like that, but we're lesbians, and happily so -- we're
doing this so we can have children, not with any idea of becoming straight,
or even bisexual."

   I couldn't help chuckling before I told her "I never thought I'd hear
myself saying this, but... yes, ma'am, I'll try to keep your pleasure to a
minimum."

   That drew a laugh from both of them before Gina continued "You're doing
us a tremendous kindness, Jim, and we'd like to show at least some of our
appreciation by making all of this as easy for you as we can.  So we'd like
to invite you to spend the entire time you're going to be with us here, at
our house.  We'll take care of as much as you'll let us -- everything
except going to the bathroom, we hope.  And so you don't have to worry
about your cat, you're certainly welcome to bring him over, too.  He's
adorable, and we wouldn't have any problem with having him here."

   Hearing that they were that agreeable to me bringing Demosthenes along
so that I wouldn't have to take any time away from them to tend to him told
me more than anything else just how much they wanted all this to happen --
most people that don't already have a cat usually aren't all that
enthusiastic about having one brought into their homes.

   "If you really don't mind having him here, then I'm fine with bringing
him along.  The only thing I need to warn you about is that I've kept him
an indoor cat; I'd just as soon he didn't get outside to get run over, or
anything bad happen", I told them.

   "That's not a problem", Elisse assured me.  "It wouldn't be any problem
for us to make sure he doesn't get out for a few days", accompanied by
Gina's nodding in agreement.

   After looking at each of them, I said "It sound like the only thing left
is for you to let me know when I need to have my bags packed."

   Grinning, Gina told me "You got a little bit of a reprieve on that one.
Both of us just passed the midpoint a couple of days ago, so you've got
almost a month to get yourself psyched up for this -- three weeks,
actually, if the medical establishment is to be believed, and you're going
to be here the couple of days before, too."

   Going over my schedule for the period in question, I realized that I
could work in a couple of regular days off -- meaning that I'd only have to
take three or four days of vacation time.  I didn't say anything about
having to take vacation time to them, though.  I had the distinct idea that
they'd be offering to pay me for them or something, if I did; the last
thing I wanted to happen was for this whole thing to turn into some kind of
payment for services rendered deal.  Instead, I just told them that that
was fine -- that I'd go into training as soon as I got home, prompting
laughter from both of them.

   In the weeks between when we'd made the final arrangements, and the time
that I was to spend with Elisse and Gina, I went to their place for lunch
pretty much the same as I always had.  Except that every time I showed up,
they made sure that I not only got the best they had, but without having to
pay for it.  A couple of the other drivers noticed, and asked me what was
going on; I just told them that I was doing a favor for the girls, and they
were paying me back.  I also saw that they'd put a sign up on the door,
warning customers that they were going to have to be closed during the
period I was to be with them.

   When the time came, Demosthenes was well-behaved enough that I didn't
have any trouble getting him into his pet carrier, and over to the girls
house.  Inside, he was initially a little apprehensive on discovering he
wasn't at the veterinarian; when he found out that his new friends were
there, he didn't hesitate to come out of the carrier and receive the
attention he knew he deserved.  While they were making him welcome, I
brought in his food and litter box -- which I put in a "guest" bathroom,
per their suggestion.

   As for me... I didn't have any expectations of going out much, but I
didn't figure to be running around naked all the time, either; I brought a
couple changes of clothes, my regular grooming stuff, and called it good
enough.

   From the way they acted, I could tell that they were both anxious to get
started, they were also a bit apprehensive about it it, too.  They'd fixed
a nice (but not elaborate, like the first time I'd visited) dinner for all
of us; after they let me help clean up afterwards, the three of us got
settled in the living room.  We chatted for a little while before Gina let
me know who I was to start with by moving to sit on my lap before giving me
a kiss.  I could tell that she was a little nervous, and simply return the
affection that she was showing me.  A few moments later, she kissed me
again -- but with a little more enthusiasm, and the addition of slowly
rubbing her breasts against my chest.

   When she pulled back from me that time, I put my hands on her hips; when
I looked at her in question and saw her give me a small nod that it was
okay, I slowly eased them upwards so that I could cup her breasts.  That
was when she told me "We decided that I'd go ahead and be with you first --
mostly so that I don't get any more nervous by having to wait while you're
with Lis."

   I smiled, and gave her a brief kiss before answering "That's fine, Gina.
I know this is your first time, and I'm going to make it as easy for you as
I can -- and as nice as we can make it, okay?"

   She managed to smile back at me as she nodded her head in understanding.

   When I kissed her again, she readily returned it; as I continued
exchanging kisses with her, she settled down more and more as I
demonstrated that I wasn't going to do anything to make her uncomfortable
-- even though I was slowly including more and more of her body in my
caresses.  With my attention completely focused on Gina, I didn't notice
when Elisse left us.  It was only when Gina finally told me "If you want to
go now, I'll be all right" that I realized she'd left the two of us alone.

   Getting up off my lap, Gina took my hand after I was standing next to
her and led the way back to their bedroom.  Once there, she released my
hand before telling me "If you want, I'm okay with you undressing me."

   I gave her a gentle smile before answering "I'd like that."

   Moving behind her, I took a moment to ease her hair to the side so that
I could place a soft kiss at the juncture of her neck and shoulder; in
return, she turned her head and graced me with a pleased smile.  Slowly and
patiently, I undid the fasteners that held the back of her dress closed
until I'd gotten the last one just above the curve of her ass.  Easing the
edges of the material apart, I softly kissed my way up her back before
slipping her dress off her shoulders.  I helped as she pulled her arms out
of it, and steadied her as she stepped clear of it.  After carefully
setting it aside, I put my hands on her shoulders, caressing them and her
upper arms for a bit before sliding my hands around to her back.  When I'd
unfastened her bra, I slipped the straps off her shoulders and down her
arms a little way before easing my hands under the cups so that I could
hold her ample bust in my hands.

   After giving her kiss on the shoulder, I put my mouth next to her ear
and softly told her "I think you've got such lovely breasts.  Not because
of how big they are, but for how nicely they're shaped, and how firm and
smooth.  I actually envy Elisse, that she's the one you share them with."

   After I'd gently caressed Gina's breasts for a little bit, she helped me
get her bra the rest of the way off so that I could set it with her dress.

   I wanted Gina to know that I appreciated all of her beauty, so I spent a
little time letting my hands wander across more of her body before
eventually slipping the ends of my fingers under the waistband of the brief
and delicate panties that she had on.  Kneeling as I did so, I carefully
worked them past her hips, and then down her legs; she put a hand on my
shoulder to steady herself as she stepped out of them.

   After I'd set them aside, I leaned forward and applied a feather-light
kiss to each of the delightful globes of her ass; that done, I slowly stood
up again, lightly drawing my fingertips up the smooth flesh of her
stocking-less legs until I could rest my hands on her hips.  It took only
the slightest pressure to get her to turn around and face me.  When she
did, I saw that the way I'd gone about undressing her had accomplished what
I wanted it to: not only relax and reassure her, but begin to arouse her,
too.

   Looking down at her (the top of her head only came to my chin), I asked
"Did you want to do me?  Or would you prefer I take care of it?"

   "I... I think it'd be better if you did it", she answered.

   I just nodded my acceptance of what she said, and reached for the top
button on my shirt.  When I did, she gave a little start before quickly
turning around and moving to the side of the bed.  After she surprised me
by setting the bedside lamp to its lowest setting, I realized that watching
me undress wasn't something that she'd be interested in.  With that in
mind, I quickly got myself undressed as she went about getting the bed
covers turned down.  A few moments later, we were next to each other on the
bed.

   After a minute or so had passed without Gina saying or doing anything, I
rolled onto my side before propping myself up on my elbow and putting my
hand on her belly.  When she looked up at me, I could see that she was once
again apprehensive about what was going to happen -- and ashamed of it.  I
quietly told her "It's okay, Gina.  I know this isn't the way you'd choose
to start a family, and probably the last thing you want to do."

   I saw her eyes tear up before she told me "I'm sorry, Jim.  I didn't
think this was going to be easy, but I never thought that it was going to
be this HARD, either!  I mean, you know that I wasn't anything like this
when it was you and me and Elisse, before..."

   "No, you weren't.  But before, we were just... practicing, I guess you
could say.  We never actually went this far with it.  Believe me, I really
do know how different it is, now that it's really supposed to happen --
things that I never thought I'd have a problem with... well, now they're
not so easy."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Right up until we came in here, I really didn't understand how
different it would make things, you and Elisse being lesbians.  I mean, all
I could ever think of you as was women; sure I 'knew' you were lesbians,
but it never really hit me until a little bit ago how much difference there
was between the 'girls too' of being bisexual, and the 'girls ONLY' of
being lesbian.  I'm ashamed to admit this, but I kept thinking that there
wasn't really all THAT much difference -- that even a lesbian would respond
at least a little bit to a guy.  I really didn't comprehend that a female
could be completely and totally oriented toward other women, and not find
anything appealing about men.  What opened my eyes was how you reacted just
now, when I asked if you wanted to undress ME.  I was so arrogant that I
actually thought that you might like it -- at least a little bit.  It
wasn't until you turned away from me that I finally knew I was wrong... and
how, and why.  Now that I DO know, I'm ashamed of myself.  I expect that I
must have come across as some kind of arrogant self-satisfied jerk to the
two of you -- and I'm sorry as I can be for that.  If I could, I'd go back
and undo it in a heartbeat.  But I can't undo it; all I can do is
apologize, and hope you and Elisse can forgive me some day."

   Gina considered that in silence for quite some time before telling me
"No, you never came across as any kind of a jerk.  Lis and I were both a
little surprised at how comfortable and confident you were, but we never
thought you were arrogant or self-satisfied."

   Still unhappy with myself, I stayed quiet until a minute later, when
Gina asked "Are... are you telling me that you... that you can't, or don't
want to, go through with this?", her concern clear in her voice.

   "No, I'm definitely not saying THAT", I told her.  "I said that I was
willing to help you, and I still am, because I really do like and care
about both of you.  What I am telling you is that I'm not going to be able
to carry as much of this as I probably made you believe I would.  Now, you
and me, and Elisse and me... we're going to have to help each other -- a
lot more than I thought we would.  I still wouldn't willingly do anything
to hurt or rush either of you, and I'll still do anything I can to help
make this as easy and agreeable for both of you as I possibly can.  But now
I'm going to need more direction from both of you on how I can and should
do that -- at least, about this final step."

   Gina was visibly relieved to hear that I wasn't trying to back out on
our agreement, and that I was still committed to making the experience as
pleasant for them as I could.  But I could also see that my admission that
I needed more help from them had put her somewhat off-balance.  I tried to
steady her again by telling her "I'm not saying that I need you and Elisse
to tell me every little thing; both of you, and I, know that I've already
shown you that I can bring you pleasure.  What I need from you is help
getting from that to doing what's necessary to help you start your family."

   "What do we have to do?"

   "You don't have to do anything", I said.  "What I hope you'll do is
correct me when -- not 'if', I think -- I start doing something wrong, and
giving me more guidance about what you'd LIKE me to do, and letting me know
how I can make things better for you.  Gina, I know I can't make this easy
for either of you; but what I'd like to try to do is minimize how hard it
is.  Some of that I can do just by keeping my promises not to rush either
of you, and so on.  But the only way for me to do the rest of it is if you
and Lis are able and willing to help me."

   She looked up at me in silence for several seconds before asking "You
really do want to try and make this easier for us, don't you?"

   "If I can, yeah.  Like I said, I can't do it by myself, though.  If you
or Elisse can't or don't want to help me, then I'll still try to help you
start a family -- but I don't think that any of us would be happy with how
we got there when we were done, even though we got the results you wanted."

   I waited patiently as she thought about what I'd said.  I felt like a
complete jackass for all the mistakes that I'd made up to that point, but I
was determined that MY screw-ups would hurt them as little as possible; I
really had come to like both of them.

   I wasn't surprised when a few minutes went by before Gina's attention
returned to me.  Frankly, I half-expected that the first things she'd say
to me would be to tell me what a jerk I was -- and I was fully prepared to
accept whatever she had to say about me (and whatever names she wanted to
call me) as being what I deserved, if it meant that she and Elisse would be
able to help me get my act together for them.

   Instead, what Gina had to say to me was "I know that it couldn't have
been easy for you to admit all that, Jim, and I can appreciate how tough it
must have been to come out and tell it to me.  But you did it anyway, and
I'm grateful.  I've been thinking about what kind of person you've shown me
you are... everything that you've said and done to try and help me and
Elisse get comfortable with you, and show us that we didn't have to be
afraid or embarrassed about being with each other, or with you.  From what
you said to me, and how you said it... it told me how much you regret the
mistakes you made, and how serious and sincere you are about trying to do
right by us."

   I nodded my head, and she went on "I've also thought about me, and Lis,
and how we've been with you, too.  We haven't lied to you, or deceived you;
but I think maybe we could have been a little more open and honest.  As we
got closer and closer to tonight, I've been having more and more second
thoughts about actually being with you, for example, even though I haven't
said anything -- either to you OR Elisse.  But tonight, after we got in
here, and you asked me if I wanted to undress you... I had to face the fact
that the last thing I wanted in my life is to have a man inside me.  If you
hadn't started talking to me, and telling me what was going on with YOU,
there's a pretty damn good chance that I'd have told you that I just
couldn't do it -- have sex with you, I mean.  But you DID start talking to
me, and telling me what was going on with you, and all that.  Listening to
you has gotten me to think about what was going on with me, and made ME
think about what I wanted, and why, and all that.  I've realized how much I
love Elisse, and how much I want to have and raise a family with her. 
Because those things are so much bigger inside me than my dislike at the
idea of having sex with a man, I've found that I can do this with you.  I'm
not going to bullshit you about it, though -- the chances of me enjoying it
are probably about the same as you enjoying sex with another guy.  But what
I know about you tells me that it isn't going to be as bad as it could have
been.  I don't doubt that you're going to be able to make parts of it
actually pleasant for me; after hearing what you said, I even believe that
you're going to TRY to make the rest of it as easy for me as you can... and
I can live with that, if it means a family for me and Elisse."

   I expressed my understanding and acceptance, and she finished by telling
me "I'm not under any illusions that just laying there will work -- I
expect that would just make it take longer for you to finish.  So I'll do
what I have to to please YOU if only so that it's over as soon as possible.
But this is not the time and place to be asking someone to help you live
out whatever fantasies you may have, okay?"

   "Of course not, Gina", I assured her.

   "It might be different when you're with Lis, since she was married and
has been with a man before; for me, you don't have to try to make me have
an orgasm, like you would with another woman -- I think you know that just
isn't going to happen.  The one and only thing you can do to make this as
agreeable for me as you can is to let yourself climax as quickly as you
could.  I'll be glad to snuggle with you afterwards, if you like, if we can
get that part of it over with as soon as possible."

   "I told you and Lis that I wouldn't try to draw things out, and I won't
-- on that you have my promise", I assured her.  "In return, I'll trust
that you'll remember that each time I have sex, it takes longer before I
can finish the next time."

   "I haven't forgotten", she told me.  "I'm not looking forward to it, but
I remember."

   After all of that, it shouldn't come as a surprise that neither of us
was particularly "in the mood"... least of all Gina, of course.  But the
whole point of my being there was to try and help them start a family.  And
to do that, I had to try and impregnate both of them -- the old-fashioned
way, as Gina herself had expressed it.  I suppose I could have simply tried
to wait until Gina was in a little better frame of mind, but that seemed
like it would be wasting THEIR time, as well as mine.  I really did want to
try and bring them whatever pleasure I could (outside of the act itself, of
course), so that they would be reasonably happy with the way things had
gone when we were done.  That pretty much meant that it was up to me to try
and start edging Gina out of the mood she was (understandably) in then, so
that I could help her find at least some pleasure while the two of us were
together.

   After a little time had gone by, I looked into Gina's eyes and told her
"I really do like you, you know.  Even more than I did before, after
spending all the time together that we have.  I've gotten to know you more,
and I like the person you are, on the inside.  What you and Elisse do to
and with each other... that doesn't matter to me, except to tell me that
you really do care for, and love, each other.  The first time I came into
your place for lunch, the first thing I noticed was how pretty and sexy
both of you are; I mean, that's just how us guys ARE.  But I could also see
that there was some kind of bond between you, too; I'm not someone that can
ignore something like that just because of how attractive I thought you
were, or in the hope of getting intimate with one of you.  Then, as I kept
coming back, I grew to understand just how deep that bond between you was
-- and that made me respect you even more.  Once I found out you were a
lesbian couple, I gave up any thoughts of intimacy with either of you; but
that didn't mean that I had to stop appreciating how you looked.  You know
that the first thing most people notice about you is your breasts -- I'm
sure you know that folks just can't help it.  But it wasn't their size that
pleased me as it was their shape -- I kind of figured out what they were
like from some of the blouses and things you wore, and it was that they
were so nicely rounded that I liked, not that they're as large as they are.
I could also tell that they were a lot firmer than most that size; they
didn't sway around like a couple of balloons full of water like a lot of
large breasts do.  And it wasn't just your breasts that pleased me, either.
You have such a lovely face -- those beautiful blue eyes, soft lips, and
clear complexion.  The way you wear your hair... I know you keep it short
because of working around food and all that, but it's still styled very
nicely, and compliments your face so well.  I can see a resemblance to Meg
Ryan, and I'll hope you'll take that as the compliment as it's meant to
be."

   She nodded that she did, and was looking at me in fascination as I
continued "Then, that night that you took your clothes off and let me look
at you... I told you that I was grateful that you'd let me look at you that
way, and I meant every word of it.  I got the chance to see that all of
you, together, makes such a lovely person; your strong, graceful legs that
just... flow into your cute butt.  I saw that all the rest of you was as
soft and smooth and lovely as what I'd already seen, and your skin made me
think of some porcelain that I saw in a high-end store one time -- a pale
pink that just begged to be touched.  Then when you sat on my lap and DID
let me touch you!  That night, more than anything else in the world, I
wished that I could give you a massage so I would have the time to enjoy
the feel of as much of your skin as I could get my hands on.  It was a
delight for me that you were agreeable to letting me learn about your
breasts after I'd grown to appreciate them so much; they were so
wonderfully warm and firm and smooth, and even better than I'd dared hope
they be."

   It was plain that I'd gotten her out of her previous frame of mind as I
went on "You let me kiss you that night, too -- and that meant as much to
me as all the rest of it; particularly when you were so willing to kiss me
back.  Since that night, you've been willing to share yourself with me...
not just your body, as lovely and delightful as it is, but some of your
heart, and mind, and even soul.  I've grown to love you, Gina -- not the
way you and Elisse love each other, of course, but simply as someone that
I've learned is such a good and decent human being... honest, and loving,
and sincere; for your courage and intelligence, and the kindness and trust
and respect you've graced me with."

   I'd started by moving my hand and cupping her face, then softly
caressing it when I was describing how I saw her; as I continued talking to
her, I casually shifted my touch to include the parts of her that I was
talking about, until my hand was wandering at random over as much of the
front of her as I could reach.  As I finished, I slowly centered my
attentions on her breasts -- tenderly stroking them, gently squeezing their
firm mass, and lightly running my fingertips across her slowly erecting
nipples.  When I was done talking, I looked into her eyes for a few seconds
before gradually lowering my head to kiss her -- giving her plenty of time
to let me know if she had any objections.

   She didn't, and the first touch of our lips was brief, and chaste.  I
saw in her eyes that she'd welcome another, and readily touched my lips to
hers again; before our lips parted, I could feel her starting to return the
love and affection that I was offering her.

   Over the next few minutes, our kisses gradually grew longer and more
loving... as well as deeper.  After our tongues had danced and dueled in
each others mouths several times, I started shifting my kisses to other
areas.  Starting with her face, I patiently began to ease my attentions
lower: a little bit of nibbling on her earlobe with my lips was followed by
a series of kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder; then it was back to
apply a number of soft bites and kisses to her throat on my way to the
other side.  After mirroring my actions, my lips blazed a trail along her
jaw, then down her throat -- and continued on to the valley between her
breasts.  With my hand on one breast, I used my mouth and lips and tongue
to duplicate its actions on the other.
When I shifted my oral efforts to the other breast, I began caressing
her between her breasts and pubis; hips, sides, waist... all were subjected
to my patient attentions.  When my ministrations to her mammary began to
have the desired effect, I casually and indirectly eased my hand farther
down her body to begin softly stroking her thighs: down the tops or
outsides, but always along the insides as I lightly brought my fingertips
back up.  It didn't take but a very few minutes for her to begin opening
herself up to my touch; the first time I drew my fingertips along the cleft

of her sex, she raised her hips in response while releasing a soft moan.

   I continued to lick and nurse at her breasts as I deliberately teased
her arousal higher and higher.  Only when I began to hear a hint of
frustration in her moans was I ready to continue.

   After releasing her nipple from between my lips, I started to apply
various combinations of kisses, softly "biting" her with my lips, and using
just the very tip of my tongue to taste tiny patches of her soft skin in as
random and indirect of a manner as I could -- though the general direction
tended to be lower and lower on her body.  After several minutes, I once
again had my second-most favorite view of her: looking up her body from
between the firm, smooth expanses of her thighs.

   Directly in front of me was the pale yellow thicket of her pubic hair.
I'd already had the opportunity to learn that it was easily as thick and
luxurious as it had first looked, and an amused Gina quickly got used to
having me running my fingertips through it when given the chance.  She kept
it trimmed in such a way that it flowed down onto her mons... but no lower
than just above where her clitoris was starting to make an appearance.  I'd
been amazed when I'd discovered just how small her clitoris was -- and
equally delighted by how sensitive.

   Flowing out from the hood of her clitoris were her labia; they were
thicker and longer than I'd expected them to be, but still soft and smooth.
Farther down, they separated enough that I could see the entrance to Gina's
vagina and the oils beginning to collect there.  The scent of her had a
slight "tang" to it that corresponded with her taste; rather than being
offensive in any way, it actually made her essence even more appealing to
my taste buds.

   Gently pulling her labia a little farther apart, I lowered my head and
began to extend my tongue as I looked forward to once again sampling her
nectar.

   It didn't take me but a couple of minutes to stimulate her into
producing more of the oils that she so readily produced when she was
aroused, and I happily lapped them up between bouts of teasing her clitoris
with my tongue, and taking her labia between my lips and softly sucking and
"chewing" on them.  But the thing that excited her most (and baffled me,
quite honestly) was when I would try to see how much of my tongue I could
get through the tight ring of her opening, and into her vagina.  It was
never as much as I would have liked, but Gina invariably found the attempts
to be eminently pleasurable.

   The greatly increased level of her arousal also resulted in her vaginal
lips staying parted -- which freed my hands so that I could reach up and
get them on her breasts.  She seemed perfectly willing to let me take over
pinching and pulling on her nipples so that she could use her hands to
squeeze and caress them; our combined efforts at her bosom only fueled the
conflagration building where my lips and mouth were busy.

   From the amount of her woman's juices that she was producing, and the
noises that she was starting to make, I knew that Gina wasn't far from
having an orgasm.  That was something that I was looking forward to for
several reasons.  The first was that her vagina would push out even more of
her oils when it happened, and I really did like the taste of them.  Second
was the fact that I felt no small affection for her, and was happy for her
that I was able to bring pleasure to her.  The third was that after an
orgasm, she'd be more relaxed (and agreeable, I thought/hoped) about our
first pass at letting me attempt to impregnate her.  I knew she wasn't
going to like it; all I was really hoping to accomplish was to make it as
easy and trouble-free as I could for her.  I expected that if I could at
least do THAT much, then the times after that would be relatively easy.

   So I was perfectly willing to continue my efforts at helping her find a
release to the sexual tension building in her -- and completely ready when
she DID find that release.  Accompanied by a deep groan, Gina's thighs
tried to come together with the start of her orgasm.  Much to my relief,
the attempt was neither rapid, nor forceful; I could easily hear her gasps
and moans as her body spasmed with the intense pleasure coursing through
it. For my part, I was as happy as I could be about the amount of fluids
that her vagina was pushing out for me to consume.

   As her climax began to taper off, I figured it was time to get my "game
face" on; after treating myself to one last sample of her essence, I raised
up and moved so that my body was over hers.  I got myself positioned over
her so that I could feel her hard nipples against my chest, and with my
erect penis resting on her mons -- but NOT against her opening.

   When she finally opened her eyes and saw me, she gave me a smile of
delight before telling me "Your friend was right -- you really are almost
as good at that as another woman!"

   The two of us exchanged an affectionate kiss, and after she'd lowered
her head to the bed again, I softly asked her "Do you think you'd like to
have a try at starting a family?"

   She looked at me for a second, then realized how I was positioned over
her; a moment later, I could see from the expression on her face that she'd
discovered where my erect penis was.

   I was sorry to see all the joy and happiness go out of her face, but
found some consolation in the fact that nothing worse happened.  I could
hear the note of resignation in her voice when she answered "I know it's
got to happen if I want to have a baby, so I might as well say 'yes' and
get it over with."

   A moment later, she looked up at me and asked "Why didn't you just...
start, instead of waiting and asking me?"

   I lowered my head and gave her a tender kiss on the lips before
answering "Gina, I wouldn't do that to you -- it would be too much like I
was raping you, or something, and I'm not that kind of guy.  I'm only going
to do this with your permission, and only as fast as you're comfortable
with."

   From the expression on her face, I knew that I'd surprised her a little
bit -- and pleased her, too.  After a second or two, she told me "Okay,
Jim... you have my permission, if that's what you need."

   Slowly, I shifted myself so that my erection slid back and down so that
the head was generally touching her vaginal opening.  Gently, I told her
"This will be easier for both of us if you can bring your knees up, and
open your legs a little more."

   Keeping her promise to be cooperative, she did as I suggested; after a
little minor adjustment, I could feel that the head of my cock between her
vaginal lips and lightly wedged against her opening.  I could also feel
that she was more than a little tense.  I gave her another soft kiss before
telling her "Gina, if there was another way for us to do this, I'd be
delighted to do that, instead.  But there isn't another way, so if I'm
going to get you pregnant, I'm going to have to be inside you.  I know this
is the first time for you, and I care enough about you that I don't want to
hurt you.  So I'm going to ask you to let me know what YOU want -- do you
LET me in, so WE can make this as easy and painless as possible?  Or do you
want me to just get it inside you however I can, and go from there?  Like I
said, I don't want to hurt you -- but if you want a baby that bad, I will
if that's the only choice you give me.  Or do you want to call it off?"

   She immediately exclaimed "NO!"; a moment later, and a little calmer,
she told me "No, I don't want to call it off.  And I don't want you to just
'get it inside', either.  Can you give me a second, so I can at least try
to see I can do something that would help?"

   "Of course I can", I assured her.  "I'm willing to give you as much time
as you need, for as long as you want me to, if it'll help."

   Holding myself steady over her, I could feel as she tried to relax --
both the entrance to her womanhood, but the rest of herself, as well.  When
I figured that she'd made enough progress that it might be worth trying, I
told her "Okay, Gina.  If it's all right with you, I can start trying to
see if I can get inside.  You'll be able to feel me pushing, but I am not
going to force it to happen.  If you want me to get you pregnant, it's
going to be up to you to LET me in.  I'll be perfectly happy to stop any
time you tell me to, and wait for however long you want.  I really, truly
did mean it when I said that I don't want to hurt you, okay?"

   Somewhat relieved by what I'd said, she nodded her understanding.  I
gave it a few more seconds, then began to slowly increase the pressure of
my dick against her opening.  Realizing that I really was taking my time
and trying to be gentle with her, I felt her relax even more.  As the
seconds ticked by, I could feel myself gradually penetrating her farther
and farther as more time passed without my causing her any pain or
(obvious) discomfort.  There were a few times that I felt her begin to
tense up; when it happened, I immediately stopped so that she'd know that I
wasn't trying to force anything to happen.  Each time, she was able to
"recover" a little faster and easier, and it was a little longer before it
happened again.

   I knew that I was getting close to the head of my manhood slipping
through the tight ring of her entrance, so when it finally happened, I was
able to hold myself still on (and in) her before she could even react. 
Looking down at her, I could see that she really wasn't pleased about
having me there -- but I could also tell that she wasn't in any pain or
significant discomfort, either.  I managed to lower my head so that I could
give her a soft kiss on the forehead, and she found it in herself to give
me a brief smile in return.  To put her mind at ease, I told her "I'll just
wait like this until you tell me you're ready for me to go on, okay?"

   I got a little bit more of a smile in response before she answered
"Thank you, I'd appreciate that.  You aren't hurting me or anything, but
you're bigger than anything I've ever had there before, too.  I just need a
little time to get used to you."

   I readily told her "That's fine, Gina.  I told you I'd stop when you
needed me to, and that I'd wait until you said you were ready to go on --
and I meant it."

   It was probably a full five minutes before she looked up at me and
nodded, letting me know that it was okay for me to continue.  After sliding
myself back and forth in her a few millimeters to try and wet myself with
her oils, I once again gradually increased how hard I was trying to slide
myself into her.  I got perhaps an inch more of my erect manhood before I
saw her start to get a troubled expression on her face.  Rather than wait
for her to say anything, I simply eased off and held myself still again. 
When she looked up at me, I could see that she appreciated what I'd done.
It didn't take quite as long before she let me know that it was okay to go
on.  Able to move inside her a little more, I was better able to get her
lubrication distributed before starting to ease myself farther into her.

   I got maybe another inch and a half of my erection through her portal
before I saw that I should probably stop again.  I got another brief smile
from her, and it didn't take but a couple of minutes for her to tell me she
was ready again.  After making sure I was well-wetted, I picked up where
I'd left off.  I'd gotten roughly three quarters of myself into her before
she asked me if I could wait a moment; I promptly backed off from what I
was doing, and waited patiently for the minute or so it took for her to
tell me it was okay to go on.

   My pubic hair was merged with hers before I had to stop again.  Looking
down at her, I said "That's about it, Gina.  There's a little bit more of
me that will go in, but not until after I've been moving in you for a
little while."

   From the expression on her face, I could tell that she was a little
surprised by what I'd told her.  After a few seconds had gone by, she
hesitantly told me "It... it's not as bad as I thought it would be.  I
still don't really like it -- but I can live with it".  A few moments
later, she added "Thank you for taking your time, and being so patient with
me.  You were very gentle, and there were only a couple of times that it
was uncomfortable.  You promised me that you'd make it as easy for me as
you could, and that's what you did.  That means a lot to me."

   "I'm glad to hear I didn't hurt you, and you're okay with it.  If it
helps any, I'm going to be the same way about moving in you after you tell
me you're ready."

   "I understand... and thank you."

   I didn't say anything, of course, but I was glad of the reprieve I was
getting from waiting for her to tell me that it was okay for me to start
actually fucking her -- she was wonderfully hot and tight inside.  Sure,
I'd agreed not to try to delay climaxing in her, but I figured that was a
completely different proposition than agreeing to let it happen too soon.

   Thinking that it might help (and certainly couldn't hurt), I lowered my
head far enough to be able to begin first kissing, then gently "nibbling"
and sucking on Gina's breasts and nipples.  It took a few minutes, but I
was finally able to get her nipples to begin to erect.  I knew that she
wasn't actually getting aroused; she simply liked the feeling of my lips
and mouth on them.  Still, it was fun, so I kept at it.  From the way she
felt around my cock, I could tell that she was slowly becoming more and
more comfortable about having me inside her.

   I was glad to hear it when she told me "Okay, Jim -- I think I'm ready
for you to start moving in me."

   My first few motions were small and slow, to make sure that I was still
coated with her oils.  I was, and took my time about carefully increasing
the length and speed of my strokes in her tight, wet sheath.  After I'd
gotten into a steady rhythm, I looked down at her and saw that although she
wasn't getting any pleasure from what I was doing, she wasn't overly
troubled by it, either.

   With that settled, all there was for me to do, really, was keep at it:
burying my manhood in the hot, wet core of her before sliding myself out of
her until I could feel the tight ring of her entrance clenched around me
right behind the head.

   The feelings I was getting from my thrusts into her were building, but
slowly; rather than have her think I'd forgotten my promise not to draw
things out, I asked her "I can keep going like this, but it'll take longer
before I climax; as I move faster and harder, it'll happen that much
sooner. Which would you prefer?  I can do the faster or harder only as much
as you say is okay..."

   "This isn't bothering me", she answered, "but I wouldn't mind if it was
over sooner, either.  Go ahead and do what you like, and I'll tell you if
it gets to be too much."

   Hearing that, I began ratcheting up my efforts; I was able to find a
nice rhythm that felt pretty good -- and without Gina having to say
anything to me.  While the feelings in my dick were nice, I found that I
regretted not having a more active and enthusiastic partner; the physical
part was okay, but there wasn't any kind of emotional bond between us that
would have made the experience more meaningful.  The only consolation I
could find was that I was helping fulfill her dream of having a child.

   So despite knowing I was just providing stud services, instead of
actually making love, I kept fucking her.  Her pussy felt pretty damn good
around me, and I steadily moved toward my climax.  When it got close, I
slowed down and took several long, slow strokes into her before pressing
myself as far inside her as I could -- just ahead of trying to fill her
with my cum.  When I was done, I took a minute to get my breath before
carefully easing my cock out of her.  After I'd moved to lay next to her on
my side, she pulled the pillow from behind her head and tucked it under her
ass... tilting her pelvis up so that my cum wouldn't run out of her.  She
turned her head and looked at me, blushing before saying "If you want to
move closer to me so we can snuggle a little bit, I... I'd actually like
that.  I wouldn't mind if you wanted to play with my tits, or touch me, or
anything, either."

   I readily got myself settled next to her, and got my hand on one of her
breasts.  As I slowly teased its nipple, she put her hand on my arm and
softly told me "That wasn't what I thought it would be like.  I didn't like
it, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as I was afraid it would be.  You
kept your promises about how it would happen, and that made it a lot easier
for me, Jim.  Thank you."

   "I'm glad to hear that, Gina -- and you're welcome.  Don't misunderstand
this, but... it was my pleasure."

   She smiled at what I'd said and patted my arm before replying "No, I
don't misunderstand.  Elisse and I both know that you care about us, and
the way you were with me -- well, that just showed it, again.  I'm sorry if
I made things more difficult for you; I think it'll be a lot easier for
BOTH of us, next time."

   "You don't have to apologize.  We all knew that there were going to have
to be some... adjustments that we needed to make if this was going to
happen.  You made some, and I made some, and we got to where we wanted to
be.  That's all that really matters."

   She smiled at me again and nodded.  As I gently caressed her breast and
toyed with her nipple, she softly stroked my arm; after a few minutes, I
thought I'd go ahead and close my eyes for a few moments...

   When I woke up, it was to discover that I was laying on my other side --
and that a naked Elisse was spooning against my front while I held her
breast in my hand.  When I started to move, I heard her say "You don't have
to go -- you're just fine."

   "No, not fine", I answered.  "But I will be after a minute in the
bathroom", drawing a small laugh from her.

   After I opened the door to their bathroom, I saw that she'd moved to lay
on her back.  I got back into bed, and moved to lay on my side next to her
before draping my arm across her body.  The two of us stayed like that for
a couple of minutes before I told her "There's something I think I need to
tell you."

   "I know -- you weren't as ready to be with two lesbians as you thought
you were.  Gina told me, and it's okay, Jim.  She told me that SHE wasn't
as ready to be intimate with a man as she thought she was, either.  But you
did what you said you would with her, and she's a lot more comfortable
about being with you than she thought she'd be, so everything is fine."

   "And what about me being with you?", I had to ask.

   She considered that for a few seconds before telling me "I never enjoyed
sex with my ex-husband, mostly because he was such a selfish ass about it.
Sometimes it felt good, but that was a rare occasion.  If you're anything
with me like you were with Gina, I think that might actually change -- that
I could actually LIKE having sex with you.  I'm not figuring to have
orgasms or anything like that, but I expect I'll be able to respond to you
a lot better than Gina did."

   "I'm not going to be any different with you than I was with Gina", I
answered.  "I have to figure that if you wanted to be having sex with guys,
you wouldn't still be in a ten-year relationship.  If it turns out that you
really can like having sex with me, that'll be a plus for both of us -- but
I'm not going to try to MAKE it happen.  I'm here to see if I can help you
and Gina start a family, and that's it.  As Gina pointed out, both of you
are happily lesbian, so I'm not going to try and do anything to change
that; I wouldn't, even if I could."

   Elisse smiled in acknowledgment of what I'd said before taking my hand
and moving it to her breast.  I gave it a gentle squeeze, and then started
caressing its warm, smooth surface with the tips of my fingers.  She knew
that I wasn't trying to get her aroused, just enjoying the softness of her
skin.

   I was perfectly willing to just lay there and enjoy the feeling of her
breast in my hand until Elisse let me know that she was ready for things to
start happening between us.  She did that several minutes later by reaching
down and taking my penis in her hand.  After she'd been stroking it for a
little bit, I could feel myself beginning to respond to her manipulations.

   That seemed to be her cue to tell me "Gina told me that you helped her
cum before you were inside her.  I think I'd like you to do that for me,
too -- it's been a long time since I've had anything your size in me, and I
expect it would help if I was as wet and relaxed inside as possible.  Of
course, I'll be glad to help get you ready, too..."

   My answer was to release my tenuous hold on her breast and roll over
onto my back.  It didn't take long for her to sit up, and then get herself
situated with a knee on each side of my head.  I used my hands to caress
the backs of her thighs and the incredibly firm mounds of her ass as she
leaned forward and got positioned where she needed to be.  After she'd
taken my penis in her hand and started stroking it again, I began kissing
the insides of her thighs; first one, then the other, then back again --
each kiss a trifle closer to her shaved mons than the one before.

   It took a couple of minutes before I was again privileged to be able to
see the soft, smooth mound between her thighs, and the target of my
desires.

   Unlike her partner, Elisse's vaginal lips almost didn't exist, they were
so small and thin most of the time.  But they were also incredibly soft,
and grew appreciably longer as her arousal increased.  At the apex of her
cleft, her pea-sized clitoris was starting to make an appearance from
underneath its protective cover.  With her labia as small as they were, I
didn't have any trouble seeing the entrance to her vagina -- or that it was
already starting to glisten with her oils.

   Elisse didn't produce as much lubrication as Gina did -- but I'd found
that what there was of it was delicious.  Very light and thin, it was also
vaguely sweet and spicy at the same time.  I didn't delay in trying to
collect what I could of it by pressing the tip of my tongue against her
opening; I did manage to get a small taste of her, which was all the
inspiration I needed to begin trying to stimulate her into producing more.
After gently pulling on her small labia with my lips for several seconds, I
shifted my attention to her clit.  It took only a minute or so for me to
entice it into exposing itself to my further attentions as Elisse began to
moan her appreciation of what I was doing.  Once again, I found myself
wondering what kind of idiot she'd been married to that he could manage to
fail to please a woman that was as sexually responsive as she was.

   As I was happily twirling the tip of my tongue around the sensitive
nubbin of her clitoris, I felt Elisse take my semi-erect penis into her
mouth.  She wasn't particularly good at giving oral sex; but what she
lacked in skill she more than made up for in persistence -- from the couple
of times before that she'd used her mouth on me, I knew that she wouldn't
release me from between her lips until she had to.  Before, it had been
when I'd climaxed; then it would be because she was ready for us to start
having sex.

   Elisse was starting to arch herself down toward me when I went to treat
my taste buds to the flavor of her again.  There was a nice supply of her
nectar, and I had a fine time collecting and savoring it before moving on
again.

   Her labia had gotten a bit longer, and a little darker, when I looked at
them again.  They'd grown enough, in fact, that I was able to take each of
them between my lips and softly suck on it -- something that I'd learned
she liked.  I hadn't forgotten that I was supposed to be helping her have
an orgasm, though, so it was soon back to her clitoris for me.  With it
fully exposed, I had a dandy time applying the oral skills that I'd been
able to learn toward bedeviling the small pearl of flesh she was offering
me.  I twirled the tip of my tongue around it.  I put my mouth over it and
gently sucked on it in a slow rhythm.  I applied a pulsating pressure
against it.  I tried to milk it with my lips.  I even fluttered the very
tip of my tongue ever so softly across it for as long as I could...
something that aroused her tremendously.

   Even as I was enjoying what I was doing to move Elisse closer and closer
to release, she was doing her part to get (and keep) me hard by softly
sucking on my erection while slowly sliding her lips up and down it.; or
simply holding me still in her mouth so she could use her tongue in
different ways and on different parts of it; drawing her fingernails across
my scrotum as she massaged the shaft with her lips.  To my surprise (and
pleasure!), she even managed to take nearly my entire length in her mouth
and hold me there for a surprisingly long time -- she wasn't "deep
throating" me, but she damn sure didn't miss it by much.

   I'd managed to collect the overflow of her oils a couple more times, and
was enthusiastically tormenting her clitoris when I realized that she was
on the verge of having her climax.  Knowing that it was going to happen for
her, I simply kept doing what I was at the time: using my tongue to draw
slow circles around her clitoris.  It wasn't but a couple more minutes when
she pressed her pelvis down onto my face as she released a deep, deep groan
of pleasure around my erect penis.  I quickly fastened my mouth over the
entrance to her vagina, and eagerly lapped up the small waves of her fluids
that her spasming vagina was pushing out to me.

   After the first wave of her release had passed, Elisse released my hard
cock from between her lips so that she could breathe easier; when the force
of the spasms coursing through her began to taper off, she managed a
controlled crash so that she was laying on me.  After a few minutes, she
told me "I sincerely hope that the women you learned to do that with
appreciate just how damn lucky they are.  If you were any better at that,
I'd think that YOU were a lesbian!", with a brief laugh.

   I responded by telling her "I suppose it helps that I like doing it,
too..."

   She laughed again before saying "Believe me, I can tell!"

   As she lay there getting herself back together, I was content to get my
hands on her again; I happily left fingerprints on as much of her as I
could reach -- legs, ass, sides, and back all got my attention.  I even
managed to raise my head far enough to give her tight little ass a kiss,
too.

   I doubt that five minutes went by before I felt her start to raise
herself off of me again.  When she was as far as her hands and knees, I got
my hands on her ass again and held her in place long enough to run my
tongue along her cleft from clitoris to the entrance to her vagina -- and
getting a final taste of her.  After I'd given her ass a little squeeze and
soft pat, she got off of me; but before I could move, she reversed the
direction she was facing and straddled my hips.  I looked up at her, and
she answered my unspoken question by telling me "It's been long enough that
I think I'd better be the one on top, so I'm in control.  I know that you
wouldn't rush me, or do anything to hurt me, but I'd still feel better if
this part of it was up to me."

   I didn't hesitate to assure her "That's fine, Elisse -- whatever it
takes to make sure you're comfortable is okay with me."

   "Well, once I get used to having you there, I'm sure it'll be okay for
you to be in charge of things again."

   I just nodded before asking "Is there anything I can do, or not do, to
help?"

   She just gave me a nervous grin as she answered "Not really.  If you
need something to do, though, you can play with my tits if you want to."

   I pretended to consider that for a few seconds before saying "Well, I
guess I can do that...", to her amusement.

   Having told me what she wanted (needed) to do, she didn't delay any
longer in getting started.  Reaching down between us, she took my erection
(still slippery from her saliva) and angled it up.  After a little minor
adjustment on her part, she settled down on it just enough to have me
positioned against her opening -- but with only enough pressure to ensure
that I didn't slip away from her.

   I caressed her from the tops of her thighs all the way up to her sides
and back again a few times before easing my hands around so they were
holding her breasts.  As I ran my thumbs over the dark pebbles of her
nipples, I told her "You go ahead and do whatever you need to, and I'll
just wait right here...", earning me a smile and soft laugh.

   For the next several minutes, I amused myself with Elisse's delightful
breasts as she slowly and carefully got herself settled farther and farther
onto my hard cock.  I could see the relief on her face after the firm
globes of her ass had settled onto the tops of my thighs, and teasingly
told her "See?  I'm still here, just like I said I'd be!"

   Grinning, she responded by saying "Attaboy, Jim!  I knew you could do
it!", teasing me right back.  With my erection pretty well buried in her, I
toyed with her breasts a little more before going back to caressing her
again as she got used to being filled with hard cock again.  Much to my
surprise, she was even tighter inside than Gina had been -- and easily just
as warm and pleasant around my manhood.

   It pleased me greatly when it took only a few minutes for her to get
comfortable with having me inside her, and start moving on me.  Her initial
efforts were small and bit tentative, but it didn't take long for her to
become more and more active.  When she leaned forward and put her hands on
the bed, that brought her close enough that I was able to lift my head and
start licking and sucking on her breasts and nipples.  As the peaks of her
breasts slowly rose up, so did how wet she felt around me -- which only
made it even easier for her to slide herself up and down on my cock.

   With her being the active one, I was free to enjoy feasting on her
mammaries as my hands wandered as far as I could reach on her body.  The
feeling of her tight, slick channel enveloping my penis was slow enough
that she was barely moving me toward having a climax... particularly after
I'd already emptied myself into her lover.

   Elisse had developed a fine sheen of perspiration when I noticed that
her movements on me were beginning to get slower and shorter.  Putting my
hands on her hips, I applied a slight pressure until she stopped her
motions and looked down at me.  Sliding my hands down her back and then
onto her ass, I held her firm butt in my hands as I told her "Unless I miss
my guess, you're starting to get tired.  Would you like me to take over,
now?"

   Panting slightly, she nodded, then answered "But I don't want to just
lay down and have you on top of me, either."

   Giving her ass a squeeze, I replied "That's fine.  If you're okay with
staying like that, I can just get behind you."

   She considered that for a moment before telling me "Yeah, I'd like
that."

   I waited a few seconds, and when she didn't move off of me, I gave one
of her ass cheeks a soft pat.  That was enough to get her to raise up
again, then lift herself clear of my erection.  Free to move again, she got
herself re-situated next to me so that I could get up and move behind her.
As I was getting my penis positioned against her opening, I heard her tell
me "Having a guy inside me wasn't like what I remembered.  I was actually
kinda starting to like it, even -- so if... if you wanted to be a little
more, um, enthusiastic, it'd be okay with me."

   Leaning forward, I managed to kiss the back of her neck before softly
telling her "Thank you, I think I'd like that; but you'll still tell me if
I get too enthusiastic, right?"

   "If you do, yeah, I will", she assured me.

   When I raised up again, I put my hands on her hips to help steady myself
as I pressed forward so that I slowly filled her womanhood again.  Once I
was balls-deep in her, I paused for a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of
her warm, tight vagina wrapped around me before I started moving in her.  I
started out by fucking her with fairly short, slow strokes; but as the
seconds passed, I gradually increased my efforts.  Knowing that she'd let
me know if anything I was doing bothered her, I simply tried to find a
combination of speed and length of stroke that both of us found
satisfactory.  Keeping my promise, I wasn't trying to delay my climax --
only seeing if I could bring her some pleasure on the way toward ensuring
my own.  I felt a certain satisfaction when I was able to start drawing
pleased sounds from her while steadily moving myself toward my release.

   As I continued fucking myself in and out of Elisse, I found myself
fascinated by the sight of her labia wrapped around my cock: being drawn
out away from her when I moved back, only to disappear when I reversed
direction.  Added to that was the way my manhood glistened from her oils,
and the faint squelching noises that accompanied my movements.

   Each time I leaned forward enough to cup her breasts in my hands, they
seemed to feel a bit tighter and firmer; her areolas were puckered, and her
nipples fully erect when I gently pinched and pulled on them.

   As I got closer and closer to climaxing, I let myself thrust into her a
trifle harder; not only didn't Elisse have any objections, the pleased
noises coming from her became more pronounced.  In turn, that only
encouraged me to let myself go a little farther -- which increased her
audible enjoyment.

   When I knew that I was just seconds away from hosing Elisse's insides
with my semen, I dramatically slowed my thrusts -- making them as slow and
long as I could, knowing that it would increase the pleasure of my release.
Finally, with a deep groan of relief, I stuffed as much of myself as I
could through the tight ring of her opening as the first spray of cum
erupted from my cock.  Just ahead of each spasm of my pleasure, I tried to
press myself even deeper into her so that the extra little bit of
stimulation around the head of my penis would make it a little more intense
and powerful.

   When the waves of pleasure that I'd experienced had been reduced to mere
ripples, I let myself fall forward enough to support myself with my arms as
I held myself over Elisse's back.  Softly panting, I managed to kiss her
shoulder before telling her "Thank you for letting me do that; it felt real
damn good."

   She turned her head enough to look at me, giving me the opportunity to
kiss her cheek ahead of her responding "I was glad to do it, Jim.  Not only
did you make me feel better than my ex ever did, you actually made me ENJOY
having sex with you.  I didn't orgasm, or anything, but it was damn close
when I could feel you squirting in me!  If this is what having sex with you
is like, then I'm not going to mind being with you at all..."

   A drop of sweat dripped off my chin and landed on the back of her neck;
wondering what the sensation had been, she looked at me again and saw what
it must have been.  I could see the concern on her face when she told me
"If you'll give me a second to get something underneath myself so your
semen doesn't run out, we can lay down.  I don't mind if you want to stay
inside me for a little bit... I'd like that, even.  When you want to pull
out of me, or... or you slip out, just go ahead and lay down if you want.
I'll want to keep your stuff inside me for a little while, so there's as
much chance of one of your swimmers finding its way to where it's supposed
to go as possible -- assuming it doesn't get lost because it won't ask for
directions.  But I'd still like it if you were close enough that we could
touch each other, and talk."

   "I like all of those choices", I told her, making her smile.  A few
moments later, she pulled two of the three pillows at the head of the bed
underneath herself; I stayed with her as she started to slowly ease herself
forward, and held myself inside her as she got them situated so that they
supported her hips while her head and shoulders were on the bed.  That left
her ass sticking up in the air -- and nicely tucked into my "lap" as my
cock slowly deflated inside her.  When I felt my cock finally pull free of
her, I got myself situated on my back next to her.  As she'd requested, it
was close enough that we could touch each other, and see each other well
enough to talk.  Despite the fact that she was essentially kneeling on the
bed with her ass waving in the air while I lay next to her with my flaccid
penis resting on my leg, the two of us actually chatted about such things
as how she and Gina were doing with their little caf�, gay and lesbian
rights, and a host of other things.

   I'll confess that I was amazed at how long she was willing to remain
there, keeping my semen inside in a valiant attempt to get pregnant.  When
she finally quietly told me that she was ready to clean up, I mischievously
asked if she needed or wanted any help.  Her response was to tell me "I
don't need any help, and if I wanted it, Gina would be more than happy to
provide it.  But in the interest of saving time and water, I suppose I can
let you take a shower with me -- assuming you won't be grossed out by the
sight of me cleaning the rest of your STUFF out."

   I couldn't help but grin as I told her "I won't be grossed out.  I've
seen it before, and I actually think it looks kinda sexy..."

   She couldn't quite stifle her own grin when she said "I swear -- you
guys can be SO primitive and disgusting!  Well, if it starts turning you on
to watch, you'll just have to save it for next time, okay?"

   In exaggerated disappointment, I answered "I guess", making her laugh. A
minute or so later, she announced that it was time to clean up -- and that
if I wanted to clean up WITH her, I'd better stick close.  After we'd both
gotten out of bed, I got about a half-inch behind her and stayed there all
the way into the bathroom, much to her amusement.  I made no pretense of
not watching as she cleaned out her vagina, and she saw my penis start to
grow in response.  I could tell that she was just kidding with me when she
exclaimed "Men!", in a disgusted tone.  When she was done, I made it up to
her by washing her back; I could see her amused tolerance when I "helped"
wash her breasts and ass.  In return, she dealt with cleaning our combined
juices from MY pelvis -- a couple of times, even.

   When we'd dried off, she suggested a little something to eat and drink
to refresh ourselves.  I agreed, and went over to put on some undershorts
even though she'd indicated that she wasn't going to bother putting
anything on.  When she looked at me with a raised eyebrow, I told her "I
got the idea that Gina wasn't comfortable about me being naked, now."

   Elisse shook her head and replied "No, that's not it.  She told me that
when you asked if she wanted to undress you that she just turned around and
started getting things ready; it wasn't you being naked that bothered her
as much as it was her having an attack of nerves.  She'll be just fine
now... you'll see."

   Hoping that if there WAS a problem that Elisse would be just as quick to
tell Gina that it was her idea, I set my shorts aside and just followed
Elisse -- and enjoyed the view I had of her ass moving as she walked ahead
of me.  When we got to the living room, I saw that Gina was there with
Demosthenes on her lap, petting him as he purred his contentment.  Gina's
only reaction to our appearance was to encourage us to sit down, and ask if
we wanted anything.

   That basically set the tone for the next few days.  Between bouts of
fornicating with one or the other of them, they made sure that I got all
the tender loving care I could want.  The only time I had to open the bag
of clothes I'd brought along was when I was ready to go home; the rest of
the time, getting "dressed" consisted of putting on undershorts when it was
time for meals.

   I really don't remember how many times I had sex with each of them; all
I'm sure of is that it was the same number for both, since Elisse was the
last one I was with before I went home for some much-needed rest.

   Each time that Gina and I were together after the first, she was more
comfortable about it... as well as better able to participate in what we
were doing.  That was even more true with Elisse.  Though she never did
have an orgasm while I was fucking her, it was pretty clear to me that she
liked having me fucking her more and more.  I found out later that Gina was
aware of that -- and not only didn't mind, but was actually happy for
Elisse.

   Just over a couple of weeks later, after I'd had lunch in their place, I
was quietly informed that Gina had "caught" -- she was several days past
the start of her period, and early pregnancy tests the previous few days
had all read positive.  A few days later, Gina was present when Elisse
asked me if I'd be willing to come over and try it again.  I said that I
would, pleasing both of them.

   The second time, Elisse and I barely had to get out of bed the entire
time; Gina happily dedicated herself to taking care of almost anything and
everything we needed.

   The next thing I heard from them was that Elisse was pregnant, too.  As
both of them steadily grew larger and larger (!), they continued to invite
me over -- and not just for the foot rubs, massages, and shoulder to cry on
that I willingly provided.

   I was in the waiting room when each of them gave birth, and wasn't
particularly surprised when Gina's boy got the name Edward James; Elisse's
daughter was Jamie Lynn.  Both kids had the normal complement of appendages
and innards, and proved to be in fine shape.  Gina and Elisse both
breastfed, and both offered me samples of what the kids got; I accepted in
both cases, and complimented the chef.

   True to their word, neither of them ever asked me for any kind of
financial or other support, though they welcomed the gifts and supplies
that I willingly offered.  Known to them as "Jim", a friend of their
mothers, I was a small part of the kids lives as they grew up -- taking
them to the park every so often, maybe to the circus when it was in town,
or keeping their mother(s) company during school plays or similar
functions. Both kids were coming up on ten years old when Gina and Elisse
were offered the opportunity to take over the operation of a full-blown
restaurant in another state.  Though it hurt me some to do so, I encouraged
them to accept.  They finally did, and we said our farewells at the train
station.  Both of them were crying, and I think they knew how sorry I was
to see them go, even though I managed to keep my own eyes dry.

   That was several years ago, and I still get letters from them, as well
as photos of the kids.  Both are almost done with high school, and ready to
go on to college with excellent academic histories.  I wish I could go to
their high school graduation, but that would risk my being too close when
Gina and Elisse find out about the college education accounts I set up for
the kids -- I just hope they don't come back to town for the express
purpose of kicking my ass... or even worse, taking me to bed together.
   

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